My, my, it has been a very, very long time. I almost lost the log-in for this account.
But here we are, and here we go.
This is not canon for The Why We Fall Apart, but it is not not canon.
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Emerald had barely made it to the top of the stairs before Jaune caught up to her from behind, catching her by the hips and spinning her around to face him. His momentum ended up pinning her to the door at the top of the stairs.
Emerald stared at him wide-eyed, completely unprepared for something so forward, and very quickly finding that she liked being handled roughly.
"Uh… sorry," Jaune backpedaled, realizing only after it happened just how direct it was.
He didn't get another word out before Emerald's lips crashed into his, evening the score as to who had initiated their two kisses so far. His arms snaked around the small of her back and pulled her tightly into him; the suddenness and the pressure of it caused Em to moan softly while their lips were still together.
That lit something deep inside Jaune, and if she couldn't tell before, the way her hips pressed into his waistline definitely told her about it now. Not that she minded, seeing as she was pushing her hips forward into his as much as she could.
To his credit, Jaune had the good sense not to be too embarrassed by poking out so obviously. Whether that was because he was making out with a girl – his first real make-out session, not counting that one-off with Pyrrha – or because not even he could misread what it meant when Em pushed up against it continuously, who could tell.
Emerald's hips pushing into his slowly lead to her legs widening and one wrapping itself behind Jaune's waist, and before you know it, Em's weight was entirely supported by Jaune holding her up and against the wall, and her hips straddled Jaune's as both legs locked behind him.
When her hips started grinding up and down on his bulge, any and all concept of time, space, language, cognition, or consciousness left Jaune's head. His top one, for what it was worth; the other one was the only thing in the world working at full capacity in that moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Emerald broke the kiss for longer than it took to get enough air to go back at it. Jaune followed her lead after a moment and pulled back to look into her eyes. Emerald's hip had a mind of their own and continued grinding.
"We should get going," Emerald stated softly. Jaune nodded along, not a thought in his head and barely able to understand what Em was even saying. She recognized that from the blank look in his eyes and giggled at him, but very intentionally did not stop the thing with her hips. "We need to stop at a store on the way back…"
It took a few moments to register the noises he heard as words, but when he did, he gave Emerald a confused head-tilt to the side.
"I'm saying—" Emerald repeated dramatically, "—that we're going to need something pretty soon."
Jaune, whether through obliviousness or the male inability to grasp complex thought while having an exotic babe grinding on one's dick, still did not follow.
Em rolled her eyes, then looked deeply into his to get his attention. Her eyes seductively dropped down to look at their crotches, then back up to Jaune's eyes, and then she bit her bottom lip.
It got the reaction from Jaune she wanted, but did not get the message across.
"Condoms, you idiot," she let out with a laugh. "Unless you want me to ride you through your shorts all night."
"Do we… need those?" Jaune asked cautiously.
She knew he didn't mean it like that, and that he wouldn't understand what the look she gave him meant, but she shot Jaune a wry look nonetheless. She would easily agree to skipping that step, but it was still probably better to use them for now.
"I mean, all of this is still pretty new to us," Jaune recovered. "Do we want to jump ahead that far?"
Emerald did her best not to laugh, knowing it might come across rude, but honestly. This man had her lifted in the air, pinned against a wall, grinding on his dick, with his tongue half-way to her tonsils, in a strange basement, in a house no one would be checking on anytime soon, and he was asking her if buying condoms was moving too quickly.
"I feel like we should have already been doing this—" she leaned forward to kiss him, but at the last moment gave into an impulse and bit his lip softly, "—for a while now, so it's the correct time to move on to that."
Jaune nodded along absentmindedly, agreeing without any hesitation. She could have made up any rationale, and as long as it ended with him inside her, Jaune probably would have agreed.
"O-Okay then, I'm totally in. It's just…" Jaune shrugged. "…I'm not going to know what I'm doing."
"And I will?" Emerald asked with a raised brow. Jaune started to mumble some sort of backtrack, but she put a finger over his lips to hush him. "Look, you've watched porn, right?"
Somehow, Jaune was able to blush just a little bit brighter. "I mean—I haven't, like, not seen some stuff…"
"Good, so you know the general idea," Emerald half-teased. "That puts us on the same level. I think we can figure out the rest as we go."
"You've never…? But you grew up—?" Jaune cut himself off as soon as he realized what he was saying.
"Nope, I haven't," Em confirmed, answering quickly to show him his slip hadn't upset her in any way. "I knew some girls who would use it to get their way, but anytime I had to work someone to get what I wanted, I was able to use my Semblance."
It was as simple as that, really. She had come from a rough background and had to fight and claw for survival at times, but her Semblance had saved her from any sort of uncompromising situations other girls had been in. The closest Emerald had ever been had required her to conjure a room full of topless women, which tricked her mark about as easily as was possible. In fact, the first several times she'd ever watched porn was just to have enough of an, uh, spank bank to call upon if she ever needed more detailed illusions.
"Come on," she redirected the conversation, unhooking her legs from behind Jaune and hopping down from her perch. She grabbed Jaune by the hand and started to lead him outside. "We've got places to be."
She pretended not to notice Jaune use his free hand to pull at his pants, awkwardly trying to redirect his boner to be less noticeable and inconvenient while walking.
Once back in the car, it was easy to pick a store they wanted to stop at: the closest convenience store to their hideout. In and out in as little time as possible—just for the condoms, mind you.
The sun had mostly gone down and they had at least ten minutes of driving on a pretty empty highway ahead of them.
That was such a long time to wait. Add on to that however long it took to buy condoms, and then get inside, and then rip his clothes off… Gods, it was just taking too long. She could feel how ready she was, and she could still see how ready Jaune was, despite his constant attempts to mess with his pants to create more room.
An intrusive thought popped into her head, and she didn't quash it immediately. It's a pretty empty road, after all, what could it hurt?
Emerald's hand slipped underneath Jaune's outstretched arms and slid over to the bulge in his pants. Though surprised, Jaune didn't say anything about it yet, and just focused on driving with Em's… help.
That was the wrong reaction, because Emerald Sustrai took it as a challenge.
*Click*
"What are you—?" Jaune looked over to find out why Emerald had unbuckled her seatbelt, and found her leaning over towards him. Both of her hands were at his crotch now, but with much more precise movements than before. It wasn't until his waistband loosened and he heard a zipper that he realized she was undoing his button. "Ummm, Em, I'm driving?"
Emerald looked up at him with an evil smirk, which made Jaune's face drop. "Well, then you better focus on it."
Jaune's mouth opened to protest as her finger hooked the waistband of his boxers, but no words came out. Despite his protest, his hips lifted themselves momentarily, making it much easier for her to pull his boxers down far enough.
Face to face with Jaune's cock, Emerald paused for a moment. She only had a vague idea of what to do next, but fortunately, 'put in it your mouth' wasn't exactly rocket science.
Her left hand slipped around the base to get a hold of it, and as soon as she touched it, she felt the car jerk to the side slightly. She turned her head to the side as she dropped it lower, letting her see Jaune's face as she ran her tongue all the way up the front of his shaft.
The car jerked again.
"I thought I told you to pay attention to the road."
Instead of answering, one of Jaune's hands came off the wheel and grabbed a fistful of her hair. It caught her off-guard and she started to let out a gasp, which was convenient because it meant her mouth was open when he pushed it onto his cock.
The car jerked again.
Jaune released her hair, and Emerald decided that they would need to work on how to make grabbing her hair less painful, but other than that found herself loving the whole thing. And speaking of whole things, Jaune's cock was in her mouth, and Emerald's instincts or vague recollections of porn kicked in and she began to slightly suck. For each first time she did something to him, she felt the car swerve or jerk slightly.
Once she figured out how to swirl her tongue around the edges and tip, she thought the car might flip entirely. As the show went on, Jaune got better at not reacting, and eventually Em settled into a rhythm of bobbing up and down, occasionally pushing farther to test the limits of her gag reflex. Those limits weren't great, and the occasional bump in the road was nearly disastrous, but practice made perfect.
"Aw, fuck," Jaune called out, his tone of voice very different than she expected for a man getting blown. They started to slow down, and Jaune put his blinker on. Em watched curiously, though her view was limited because she refused to take his dick out of her mouth.
Then she heard it: sirens.
Now she took the dick out of her mouth, but only because she found it hysterically funny and started laughing.
"That's not funny! Sit back up before he sees you!" Jaune angrily whispered as he parked the car and waited for the policeman to walk up to his window. He looked down at the crazy bitch who was still giving him a handjob while laughing hysterically into his boxers. "Would you focus?!"
Em got control of her laughter, and looked back up at Jaune with that evil look.
"Oh no, don't you—"
Too late, Jaune's cock was back in her mouth, with a suck and a tongue-flick that sent shivers through his soul.
"What are you going to do when he—fuck! He's getting out of the car!"
Gods, it was like Jaune had never lived dangerously in his life. Emerald rolled her eyes and sat part-way up, just long enough to catch a glimpse of the officer's face as he started walking towards their car.
"Thank you—" Her Semblance successfully engaged, and she went right back to the blowjob, cutting Jaune off. "For the love of—!"
"Wegwagx," Emerald tried to speak with her mouth full, before pulling her head back to be understood. "Relax. I've got him with my Semblance, he won't see me."
Jaune's mouth opened, closed, and then opened again more animated. "How is that supposed to help me? I can't—" Emerald hit a spot that made him shutter. "—I can't even sit still."
"You better focus," Emerald taunted, "and come up with a reason for swerving, really quickly."
"Howdy son," Argus Highway Patrolman Johnston called out as he walked up to the window, causing Jaune to jump. "License and registration."
"Y-Yes sir, officer," Jaune responded meekly. Emerald found the grace in her heart to stop with any of the moves she had quickly learned made Jaune squeamish, and resorted to just bobbing her head back and forth. She found it quite easy to do that idly while focusing on running her illusion.
When Jaune reached for his wallet – thankfully in the pocket that Emerald's body wasn't blocking – she used his motion as a chance to flick her tongue. He was already shifting around, so the officer wouldn't notice him shutter, right?
"Here you are, sir," Jaune announced, handing his ID to the cop with his left hand and grabbing the back of Emerald's neck with his other. He gripped firmly and tried to stop her motion, but Emerald fought back hard enough to continue blowing him. Gods, and here Em though guys would do anything to get their dick sucked.
The cop was silent for a moment and Emerald let him see the actual ID – it would be too hard to fake small details without better focus, and there was no need to anyways.
"Jaune Arc?"
"Yes sir." Jaune's right hand frantically smacked the back of Em's head multiple times, which was more confusing than anything. The muscles in his thighs that Emerald was braced on were tightening and loosening too, which was an odd way to try to throw her off her game.
"Do you mind telling me what a hero of Remnant is doing swerving across the highway at this time of night?"
"I—I uh…" Jaune's hand tapped at the back of Emerald's head more frantically now, and his knees swayed side to side like a little kid doing the potty dance. It'll take more than that to stop me, mister. "I split my coffee, and it—it kinda burnt my lap?"
Dear god, that's a bad lie. Emerald did what she needed to sell the lie, though, adding coffee stains and an empty coffee cup to the floor.
"Don't you warriors have Aura for things a little more dangerous than coffee?"
Emerald almost choked on Jaune's dick from the laugh that escaped her. Jaune's hand grabbed the back of her scalp and his nails dug into her skin. Emerald could have sworn his dick… jumped, while in her mouth? It flicked up and touched the back of her throat, making her gag and nearly making her lose the illusion.
"You—you have—" Jaune's voice was cracking so badly even Emerald could barely understand what he was saying, and he was speaking as quickly as he could. "YoUhaVEbodYArmoR—so—"
Emerald finally realized what was happening as the muscles in Jaune's leg all contracted at once, and a warm load hit the back of her throat, before trickling down into the rest of her mouth.
"—so you can GET SHOT AND—" Another pump sent a second load right after the first one, and then a third. Jaune's voice was incomprehensible from cracking. "It won't hurt, right?"
"Heh. Fair enough," the officer responded, handing Jaune back his ID. Jaune's hand shook as he let out a fourth and final pump into Em's mouth, and he just straight-up knocked the ID out of the officer's hand and to the ground. "I've got another call, so do me a favor and get this coffee mess sorted while I've got you pulled over. And get home safe, you hear?"
"Y-yes sir," Jaune eked out, slunk back in his chair, waiting for his soul to return to his body.
The officer gave Jaune one last head nod, then headed back to his squad car, and drove off a few moments later.
"There's no fucking way I just got out of that," Jaune announced, dropping his head back and letting out a sigh of relief.
Emerald sat up and stared at him. She wanted to respond, but she still had a mouth full of cum, and the taste was not growing on her. It got harder and harder to convince herself to swallow it by the second, but with great effort and an exaggerated motion, she proved herself no quitter.
"Jaune, he never heard a word of what you said," Emerald let out with a laugh, before her expression turned sour. "Ugh, that tastes like battery acid and spoiled milk."
"You mean I did that whole thing for nothing?!"
"You didn't do a damn thing." Except maybe her throat, technically. "My Semblance just got us out of a ticket, and got you the blowjob of a lifetime."
"I wish you would have told me that and I could have just focused on enjoying it."
Em shrugged. "Eh, I almost lost the illusion once or twice. Something tells me if you were given the chance to 'enjoy it,' we would have been caught."
Jaune went to reply, but was cut off by a small burp from Emerald, followed by a disgusted groan. "Gods, that tastes worse the second time. You're buying me something to drink when we get to the store!"
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Although Emerald did have a disguise she could wear, it usually made more sense to have Jaune go inside any store they ever would stop at, just in case. That was how Jaune found himself at the corner store that was closest to their current hideout, the one that they usually went to for snacks or drinks or whatever they craved on short notice.
Jaune Arc was a man on a mission. Every second longer he took in the store was one less second for, um… well, he had better things to get to, okay?
The problem now was that Jaune Arc was immensely out of his element and his comfort zone. Sure, every guy dreamed of having a smoking hot, top-heavy, crimson-eyed, olive-skinned, slightly-evil—if that little stunt in the car was anything to judge by—ten-out-of-ten babe sending him on a mission to get condoms as fast as possible. However, it was the end-result that was the fun part, and no one had ever prepared Jaune for how impossible of a task it was to buy his first set of condoms.
"There's… so many options…" Jaune mumbled to himself, staring at the shelves in front of him. It reminded him of the first time one of his sisters made him go to the store for tampons, except at least this time it was something he was buying for himself. That actually made things harder, because it made Jaune even more embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing him.
Focus, Jaune! The first thing he had to do was figure out what size to buy. His eyes were drawn to the magnum section, and he grabbed a box to read the label. A shudder and a wave of social anxiety hit Jaune the moment he realized he was in public and holding a box of condoms, and he looked around frantically. No one was watching him. Whew. Okay, back to the magnum condoms.
On the back of the box read some tag line about bigger being better, and after reading enough it finally gave a "size" for Jaune to check: extra-large.
"Well…" Jaune mumbled to himself. He wasn't a dishonest person, so he knew that was probably out of his range. "But then again, how would I know what extra-large means?"
Thinking about it for a second, Jaune pulled out his scroll and pulled up an internet search—before stopping dead in his tracks, and calmly putting his phone away without drawing the attention of the nobody that was watching him. The last thing he needed was 'what size penis do I have?' in his search history, nor anyone seeing him holding a box of magnums while on his scroll.
Okay, let's just… assume I'm not an XL. Surely that meant he was a large, right? That felt like a safe option. Jaune put the magnums back and went back to the large section, until—
An intrusive thought flashed in his mind, playing out the worst-case scenario. What if he had Emerald splayed out on her back on a bed of rose petals, tits bouncing freely and legs wide open for him with wetness pouring out of her vagina, and when he went to put the large condom on, and it fit so loosely that it fell off?
Jaune hid his face in his hand momentarily from the imagined-embarrassment. He could not afford that situation under any circumstances. Maybe if he bought a large and a medium, he could try on the medium first; if he was too big for the condom, well, that was certainly impressive, right? Maybe he could play it off in his favor. Hell yeah, that sort of flex would be sure to make her wet right on command, right?
Jaune Arc had much to learn, clearly, but he finally had his condom conundrum convincingly concluded.
…except that there were so many different options beyond size, and Jaune didn't know what the best was. Ultra-thin, lamb skin, mega-ultra-thin, ribbed, twisted—the last thing Jaune wanted was his dick twisted, he thought idly—her pleasure, his pleasure, fat-tipped… they had fucking everything except for "normal" or "plain" or "first-time user recommended." And why the fuck do they have flavored condoms? He may not have paid great attention in anatomy class, but he was mostly sure there were no taste buds inside the pussy. Or teeth.
Gods, he hoped not.
Overwhelmed by choice and not wanting to spend another second in that aisle, Jaune picked one of the condom types he figured Em would appreciate, grabbed one of every size they had, and bolted for the checkout.
It was then that he realized he had to look another human in the eye and pay for his several boxes of condoms. Jaune said a prayer to both of the Brothers that this would be a quick, painless, and silent checkout.
"Hi, did you find all you needed—holy shit, my guy, how many bitches you planning on pulling tonight?" the cashier, a dude in his teens, asked with a laugh as Jaune set his items down. "Shit, you hosting a train or something? Never seen someone buy small and extra-large condoms at the same time."
Jaune Arc wasn't sure if he wanted to commit murder or suicide in that moment more.
"I… uh, yeah…" Jaune mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly while his face imitated a tomato. "No no no, not a train! I, uh…"
"First time wrapping it up?" the cashier asked with a grin as he scanned Jaune's items.
"W-What? No, I…" Jaune answered before the words were even close to processed in his brain. "First time, uh, at all."
"Ah, that figures. What self-respecting guy buys her pleasure condoms?" The cashier laughed at his own joke, and Jaune stood there like a statue, petrified. What did he mean by that? "Like, come on, this bitch got me inside her, that's more than enough pleasure for anyone to handle. Am I right?"
The cashier went to high-five Jaune for his own joke. Jaune let it hang for a moment, but eventually gave a weak high-five to get the awkwardness over with sooner. His head was spinning. Was this dude right, was Jaune about to make a rookie mistake and ruin any momentum he had with Emerald? Fuck, why is this so hard?
"Look, here's what you really want," the cashier turned around and grabbed a different set of condoms off the back wall. Those must have been the best sellers if they were kept behind the counter. "This shit will light a fire in that pussy, you know what I mean? The kind that she needs you to keep fucking her to put out. Trust me on that one, bro."
Jaune held the new box in his hand and pretended to read it as his last two brain cells zipped around at full speed trying to bang two thoughts together. This skinny twink behind the counter didn't look like the kind of chad who got laid frequently. The cashier—Samuel, his name tag said—really, how often do you get laid with a name like 'Sam'?
More than a guy named after a yellow curve, Jaune Arc surmised.
"Alright, I'll go with it," Jaune said finally. "Give me a medium and large box."
"What do you need—"
"I don't know what size," Jaune blurted out quickly.
"Ah, okay, gotcha," Samuel, Remnant's best bro-cashier, said with a chuckle. "Anything else I can ring you up for, stud?"
"No, I—" Fuck. Emerald wanted a drink, and did not seem like she would be willing to go without. "Hold on, I gotta grab something!"
Jaune dashed off to the drink cooler. Em's instructions hadn't been specific, beyond something with a strong aftertaste to replace the one she was currently suffering through.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do girls even drink? Energy drinks? Fruit punch? Ah! Jaune found the section of iced coffees sold by Vale's go-to coffee chain. All the women on Team RWBY—Jaune said women because Ruby drank soda exclusively—would down an iced coffee back at Beacon pretty often. That had to be a safe bet.
As for the type? Well, Em wanted something strong, so he grabbed an extra-strong brew and dashed back to the counter.
"That all?"
"Yes!" Jaune let out with a pant. Now ring me the fuck up and let me get the hell out of here! He didn't care what the cost was, Jaune swiped his card the moment he could and snatched the plastic bag his items were given to him in.
"Good luck, man!" Sam called to him as he walked out. "And whenever she says 'don't stop,' that means change it up and go faster!"
Jaune couldn't close the door behind him fast enough. He stopped and slunk back against the door for a moment, letting out the deepest sigh of his life. Once done, he pushed any memory of what had just happened out of his mind and walked a few steps to the car, where Emerald had been watching him curiously.
"So?" she asked eagerly as he got in and started the engine. "Did you get them?"
Did I fucking ever? Jaune dumped the bag in her lap rather than answering.
"What the fuck are these?" Emerald asked, holding up the condoms. "Fire and Ice special edition hot-and-cold sensation pack, with real SDC fire and ice dust?"
"Yeah, the guy at the counter said women like—"
"What, women like lighting their vagina on fire?" Emerald asked incredulously, before reading more info from the package. "Made with medical-grade hot-and-cold pain relief gel—did you buy icy-hot condoms?!"
"But Sam—"
"I don't want to feel like I have a yeast infection or a UTI! Do you have any idea how bad of an idea this is?" Emerald asked, her surprise and outrage growing so much that she was starting to find the subject funny. It was clear to her that Jaune was clueless, and thankfully she seemed to be backing off of him. Not off the dumb fire-condoms, just Jaune. "Look, do you want me to rub icy-hot on your balls?"
"No!"
"Then don't put it up my vagina, dumbass!" Emerald asked, not able to contain her laughter anymore. "Go take them back and get normal ones."
"They don't have 'normal!'"
"Fine," Em rolled her eyes, "get 'plain' or whatever."
"They don't have that either! Why do you think it took me so long?"
Em bit her lip as she thought for a second. "I don't care, get like ribbed or something. Just nothing that's feels like an STD!" Em tossed the condoms at Jaune to make a point.
"Fine, okay," Jaune capitulated, despite how badly he wanted to never look that cashier in the eye again. Jaune paused dramatically before shutting the car door. "Anything else I can get while I'm up?
"I don't know, let me check," Emerald responded cheekily, making a show of looking through the bag and pulling out her drink. Her face dropped. "Coffee? Are you trying to make me shit myself while we're going at it?!"
Exasperated, Jaune held out his hand and took the coffee.
"Just get me a sports drink," Emerald instructed. "Any flavor except green."
"Green isn't a—" You know what, not worth it. Jaune knew what she meant.
Defeated, humiliated, drained, emasculated, and horny beyond fucking belief, Jaune shuffled his way back inside the store.
"Hey! It's the poonmaster!" Sam, the cashier from hell appointed by Salem herself, called out jovially. "Back so soon?"
Jaune mumbled under his breath. "I fuckin' hate you."
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The mercy of whatever gods replaced the Brothers shone on Jaune, because despite the fiasco that was buying condoms, neither of them had lost their appetite for each other by the time they had gotten home.
They had barely got the door shut behind them when Emerald's lips crashed onto Jaune's, and Jaune had barely sat down on the couch before Emerald was straddling his hips. Before he had even realized what was happening, Emerald had ripped her top over her head and had smacked Jaune in the face with two 34D titties.
It was the best moment of Jaune's life.
After Jaune became well-acquainted with second base, Emerald decided that they should have Jaune reciprocate what he'd gotten in the car earlier, and that was how Jaune had found himself in an impromptu anatomy lesson. Of sorts. You didn't normally taste your anatomy teacher, but hey, good metaphors are hard when you are too.
Jaune did not have any idea of what to expect as far as tastes go, but he wasn't… like, upset by it. It was mostly bitter and salty, but wasn't super flavorful either way. Maybe a little bit like a more-bitter version of sweat? Honestly, he wasn't able to taste it without being distracted by a noise coming from Emerald that made him want to bury his face in it, so it didn't matter.
And to his great surprise, it was… actually really easy to find the clit? Granted, Em was spread about as wide open as she could be and was actively pushing his head towards it, so it wasn't hard to find. It also helped that she was super sensitive, so he found he would have to hold her down by the thighs to keep her from wriggling away.
While she was distracted by that, he had slipped one finger inside her slightly. Then slightly more, then all the way. Figuring out what to do next, he started moving his finger in and out, continuing to flick his tongue in circles on her clit.
Emerald was going wild for it. He reached his other hand up to play with her titty, and the sounds that came out of her were driving him wild.
After a few minutes, she started to come down from the peak of her reactions, which Jaune didn't really have any good judge for determining if he'd been doing well or not.
And that was when Emerald sat up suddenly.
"What's wrong—"
"On your back," she commanded. "I'm going to use your face to finish."
Never before had anyone said something so beautiful to him, and Jaune was on his back an instant later.
Emerald maneuvered into position, hooking her feet under Jaune's arms so that his shoulders bumped up to the backs of her knees as a starting position. Jaune looked up as Emerald adjusted herself forward, until he was staring up a vagina as it lowered down onto his face, with a nice view of two twin peaks in the backdrop.
Em wiggled her hips and let out a gasp as she did so, with her entrance right over Jaune's lips. As she leaned forward, she was able to put her clit right up against Jaune's nose. Jaune had certainly never seen this in any of the porn he had ever watched, but he cannot say he disliked having her hump his face.
It was really more of a grind back and forth, but it was a fantastic experience nonetheless. Emerald focused on rubbing her clit against Jaune's nose, and it left him in just the perfect spot to use his tongue to explore the edges of her entrance. When he would open his eyes, he could see her chest hunched right over him, and the orgasmic look on her face: eyes shut, mouth breathing hard, hair falling down on all sides of her head.
The only downside was he couldn't breathe, but Jaune wasn't about to let that interrupt Emerald. Death by snu-snu was the smallest price to pay to have a woman orgasm on your face.
This time, Jaune had a good sense of what was happening, because Emerald grabbed his hair on both sides of his head, and he could feel the muscles in her thighs tightening like crazy, not to mention her beginning to moan his name in higher and higher pitches.
Jaune was really starting to suffocate, and tried to turn his head just slightly to get a tiny bit of air to keep going. That little motion was the last push Emerald needed, and she hunched over him further, every muscle in her body squeezing down on Jaune's head she screamed Jaune's name. All of the contractions and spasms of her orgasm had made it impossible for Jaune to move his head even slightly for air, and his vision started going dark.
Desperately, Jaune grabbed Emerald's ass with both hands and tried his best to lift her off of him. She fought him unconsciously, and with her legs looped behind his arms, she had the leverage to see snu-snu all the way through. Waves of contraction shot out from Emerald's core, and Jaune was helpless.
And then finally, Emerald's orgasm ended and all her strength sapped into nothing. Jaune's arms finally were able to move Emerald's ass, though he wasn't aware of it and began coughing for air the moment it rushed to his face.
After several moments hacking for air, vision returned for Jaune and he slumped back, dwelling on the near-death experience. He was definitely down to do that again some other time, but would need to work on an escape plan. For now, it was safe to say that he needed a moment to recover.
"Fuck me," Emerald's weary, raspy, and oh-so-content voice purred. He looked over to find her on her back in a limp pile where he had apparently tossed her. Her eyes met his half-lidded, with lust and passion and desire swirling in them. She bit her bottom lip lightly. "Fuck me now."
What was that Jaune said about recovering? He didn't remember, he was already tearing open the box of condoms.