The Many Erotic Situations of Jaune Arc

by erisedfiction

A collection of oneshots following the very many different erotic situations of Jaune Arc. He really just can't help it!

2. Jaune x Weiss - Jealousy

The Vytal Festival had begun in earnest, the city of Vale blooming with the influx of tourists visiting the kingdom for the festivities from all across the globe. There was something for everyone; parades and shows for the children and elderly, the combat tournament for fight fans and huntsmen alike, and dances for couples to attend with their significant others. Established after the Great War, it was an attempt at healing the wounds wrought by conflict and to share the cultures of Remnant, bringing them together in unity. The festival grounds erected on Beacon's campus contained all manner of carnival games unique to the various kingdoms, food stalls with their specialty cuisine and even clothing fashioned in the favored style from each region of the world.

It was meant to be a time of celebration and unity, a time where they could come together and have fun – but Weiss Schnee was not having fun, and she didn't feel any of that vaunted unity. Not at all.

She was surrounded by her friends and teammates, yet she was untouched by their infectious smiles and boisterous attitudes. Yang in particular seemed to be in her element, leading the charge as they walked around the festival grounds but while her friends took in the sights and sounds with enthusiasm, she had eyes for only one thing.

A couple of stalls down the street, Jaune Arc was inspecting a ceramic mask. It was styled like that of a fox, the white surface painted with sweeping red and yellow lines. It was a beautiful piece, a popular art form from Mistral – yet that wasn't what so captivated her attention.

It was the feminine hand resting on his arm.

Weiss frowned as she watched the pair converse amongst themselves, oblivious to her gaze. He said something to his companion, his lips quirking in an awkward smile that had once infuriated her but now she found endearing. Whatever he said, it must have been funny because the girl laughed, a hand rising to her throat as she struggled to contain herself.

Weiss wanted to march over and slap the humor right off her stupid face.

Oh how the tables had turned from just a few short weeks ago. Once upon a time, Weiss had been the subject of Jaune Arc's total attention. She had been the apple of his eye, his crush, the girl he had been pining for since the beginning of the year. He would have been telling his lame, awkward jokes to her, not this hussy from another school. Back then, she would have hated it. It would have driven her insane. Her paranoid mind would have picked it apart, piece by piece, attempting to understand his angle so she could crush it ruthlessly.

She had been such an idiot!

Weiss Schnee wasn't a stranger to boys trying their hand at her heart. It was something she had been well versed at recognizing from a young age, from the moment she had understood the effect her name and status had on those around her. It didn't take long for her to figure out that these boys and men only courted her for one thing and one thing only; the power of the Schnee Dust Company. When she had grown older, things had changed a little. Instead of just wanting the power and prestige that her name brought to the table, they also wanted her body. To pluck the winter rose, she recalled one such piece of trash telling his friends.

No one was ever interested in just her. No one cared about her thoughts and dreams, about what she wanted to accomplish in life. No one cared what her favorite color was or her favorite food. They only cared what knowing that information could get them.

Until Jaune came along, that is.

She hadn't seen it, of course. She had been too wrapped up in the past, unable to grasp that his attraction came from a genuine place and not just a desire to reach beyond his station. Why else would he immediately start flirting with her from the day they met? They hadn't even spoken before and already, she had seen that smug smile and fake bravado being directed her way.

She should have realized sooner, when he hadn't even recognized Pyrrha that he also hadn't a clue who she was. Pyrrha – four time Mistral regional champion – Nikos; one of the most famous people of their generation, a star athlete known the world over. He'd been clueless about her – and now, she understood, clueless about her.

She'd simply been a pretty face. A pretty face he had fallen for at first sight. She hadn't been Weiss Schnee, heiress to the biggest corporation on the planet. She had just been Weiss, the girl.

It wasn't until the Beacon dance that she understood she had been wrong all this time. Neptune's rejection had stung. Not because her feelings for the blue haired boy had been particularly strong but because she had never shown an interest in a boy that way before, and when she had finally taken a chance on something for herself, it had sprung back and slapped her in the face. It was more than humiliation, though there was plenty of that; it was confirmation that she would always be alone. Even when she took the initiative, it ended in failure.

She had been ready to give up on romance all together after that.

And then against all odds, he had approached her during the dance itself and confessed why he had turned her down. At first, she had been angry – he had spurned her for such a stupid reason! But then when she had cooled down, understanding had taken root. It was never easy to admit to a fault, even a mild one such as that. Weiss knew that she found it difficult to admit her own shortcomings. It had taken courage for Neptune to share that about himself, courage that deserved respect.

Then he had hit her with a bombshell; a revelation that had changed everything.

He had only approached her because Jaune had shamed him into doing so. Incensed that Neptune had turned her down, Jaune had confronted him about it. Had accused him of leading her on because what else could it be? All the flirting and suave comments, only to turn her down when she reciprocated and asked him on a date? The blond had believed Neptune was playing with her feelings and acted on it.

"You got some good friends looking out for you," Neptune had said to her, as they sat by the dance floor after their talk. The dance floor where Jaune had adorned a dress and had humiliated himself in front of his peers, all for the sake of a promise he had made off the cuff to his partner.

He was right. She really did have good friends looking out for her.

That was the moment where her budding crush for Neptune had withered and died a quick death, only for something stronger to replace it. Admiration, desire – Weiss wasn't sure what it was she felt, exactly. All she knew was that Jaune was now the target of her affections. Because when she thought about it, truly thought about – wasn't he just the type of guy she had always wanted? Someone genuine, someone that saw her – not a name, not the money or the fame, or even just her pretty face – but saw her. Someone that saw the lonely girl she was and wanted to be her friend, and more.

It had troubled her, initially. She wasn't given to such strong emotional swings and yet that is exactly what had happened. The young man she had looked down on with disdain was now the one she couldn't look at without being overcome with nerves, without questioning every little signal that he unwittingly put out. Suddenly, every conversation felt like it held new meaning.

What she discovered had hurt, more than a little bit.

He was moving on.

Was it any wonder? He had tried to set Neptune on the straight and narrow, of course he was moving on! If he still had any intention of pursuing her, wouldn't he have just kept quiet and watched things deteriorate between her and the boy from Mistral naturally? Yet he hadn't – he had tried to salvage it, all for her benefit. That was the type of person he was; a good man. But that left no room for him. It meant the end.

He no longer flirted with her. That would have made her deliriously happy, once. Now it filled her with dread. He no longer asked her to see movies or if she just wanted to hang out with him, alone. No – those days were seemingly over, for good.

What she would give to have them back.

And now – now someone had swooped in, had seen an opportunity and was taking it. Someone had recognized what a catch he was and didn't have any problem with acting on it. If it had been someone from within their friend group, it would have hurt but Weiss could maybe accept it.

Maybe. Probably not, but she liked to think she would be the bigger girl in that situation and step aside even if that was completely false.

But it wasn't someone from their close knit group. It was an outsider, a student of Shade Academy. She had curly black hair that fell about her slender shoulders in ringlets, her skin lightly tanned from the hostile Vacuoan sun. She was pretty and lithe, the body of a dancer, an impression only enforced by the ballet flats adorning her feet. She wore a simple strapless black dress that flowed about her legs, a violet sash cinched around her small waist. Weiss thought her name was Gwen. The only reason she knew that was because she had been studying their opponents thoroughly for the tournament.

It didn't matter – she was now known as the enemy.

Weiss wasn't sure how the two had met but they had clearly hit it off. Why else would they be spending the first day of the fair together? It almost felt like a date.

She refused to acknowledge it as such. He was simply showing a foreigner around. That was all. He was nice like that.

Yes – Jaune was nice. Maybe that idiot girl had taken his niceness as attraction. That made much more sense to Weiss. Surely he didn't have any feelings for this newcomer, right? Not after all that time pining for her. Yep. That would be ludicrous.

"They look like they're having fun," Blake commented from her left.

At some point, the rest of her friends had also taken notice of Jaune. Pyrrha was staring at the pair, a complicated expression on her face. Weiss reasoned that Pyrrha must have felt put out, having her partner's attention taken away by some interloper. He should be with them, not some random floozy.

He should be by their side. By her side.

She was jealous, as much as she didn't want to admit it. Jealous of this common sow. It was an unfamiliar feeling, almost crippling in its intensity. It coiled and constricted her heart, making each breath ache.

She wasn't going to take this sitting down.

"How'd they meet?" she asked blandly, trying not to sound too eager. The last thing she needed was Yang getting on her case about it. Once that girl smelt blood, she would go in for the kill.

"They just bumped into each other," Nora shared, shrugging her shoulders. The bombastic girl was holding a truly monstrous stick of cotton candy, the sweet snack leaving remnants of sugar around her lips. "She was lost and Jaune offered to show her around. Setting an example for Beacon or something, I dunno. Guess those smooth moves of his actually worked on someone."

Weiss had to stop her hand from grabbing that stick of cotton candy and shoving it down Nora's throat. Couldn't she see that Jaune was just being helpful? Setting an example – he was totally correct! And as team leader, he had taken it upon himself to represent their school. It was more than her leader had done.

"What are you glaring at me for?" Ruby complained, inching away.

"You could learn a lot from Jaune's example," she lectured. "There he is, giving up his valuable time to showcase the wonders of our school. That is a sign of true leadership."

Yang peered at her curiously. "Wow – that might be the nicest thing you've ever said about the guy."

Weiss maintained perfect control of her facial features, not letting an ounce of her true feelings show. "Yes, well – praise is given where praise is due. Is it really so strange that I am impressed by such a show of initiative?"

Yang shrugged. "Eh, whatever – I think they're just on a date, personally. Good for him. I guess he is finally over you, huh? Although..." she contemplated the couple again, frowning.

Her teammate was very lucky she wasn't carrying around any ice dust right this moment or she would resemble an icicle. Weiss inhaled deeply and held it. Then she exhaled, long and slow.

Jaune and Gwen had moved on from the stall of masks, settling down at a noodle stand. They were seated shoulder to shoulder, almost touching. It was a very wholesome sight for anyone not her.

"I'm hungry," Weiss said without warning. "Would anyone care to join me?"

"That sounds grand," Pyrrha accepted the invitation immediately before anyone else could get a word in edgewise. "Noodles?"

Weiss nodded. "Yes – I've always wanted to try them."

"Hey, guys?" Yang attempted to get their attention but they weren't listening.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else?" Blake questioned hesitantly. "They might want to be alone."

Even Blake was acting like it was a date. Ridiculous. Weiss wasn't above playing dirty. "They have fish."

"I'm in," the faunus girl joined Weiss and Pyrrha, the trio approaching the noodle stand. It was run by a familiar old man, his balding head dotted with sweat as he slaved over a flaming wok. The smell hit them like a tsunami, the scent instantly making Weiss' mouth water.

Weiss picked the stool directly to Jaune's right, settling onto the plush seat with a dainty hop.

"Oh," she exclaimed in mock surprise. "Hello Jaune – fancy meeting you here."

"Hey Weiss," he replied, taken aback. His blue eyes lingered on her for a moment before glancing over her shoulder. "Oh – hey Pyrrha, Blake. Where are the rest?"

"Right here," Yang thumped down on her own stool, giving him a short wave. Ruby sat down beside her. "Ren and Nora are checking out some flower thing. So, who is your lady friend here?"

The implication in Yang's voice was clear. Weiss fought to keep a scowl off her face while Jaune groaned in embarrassment.

The black haired girl held out her hand with a challenging look in her eye, "Gwen Darcy."

"Yo," Yang took her hand and shook it. She wasn't sure but Weiss thought she saw a twinge of discomfort cross Gwen's face for an instant. "I'm Yang, this is Ruby – my little sister."

"Hey!" Ruby greeted enthusiastically.

"The princess over there is Weiss, the dark one is Blake and that gorgeous babe with the green eyes is Pyrrha. We're friends of Jaune."

Blake grumbled at being called 'the dark one' but didn't correct her, instead crossing her arms petulantly. Pyrrha flushed lightly at the generous praise, though it wasn't generous at all. She was gorgeous. Ordinarily, Weiss would have been annoyed at being called a princess but she would let it slide, just this once. The reason? The fact that Yang had a death grip on Gwen's hand and looked like she could crush it at any moment.

Never let it be said that Yang would ever allow attitude to go unpunished.

Weiss leaned closer to Jaune and asked quietly, "What did you order?"

"Um, er – the spicy noodles, with chicken and egg," he replied haltingly. Weiss smiled at him and she watched as his eyes landed on her mouth before darting away quickly. She swallowed, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She felt like if she opened her mouth, they would fly right out for the world to see.

"I've never had noodles before," she admitted after a few seconds of silence. "What would you recommend?"

Noodles were traditionally Mistralian cuisine but over the years, the various regions had put their spin on their cultural dish. Like Atlas and Mantle, Mistral used seafood in a lot of their cooking. A lot of their noodle recipes contained things like shrimp and scallops, just to name a few. Vale tended to use beef and lamb, though they weren't quite so conservative as to only stick with those staples. Vacuo were a bit more exotic; everything from camel to snake was used, though out of all the common types of meat, chicken was king. More so than any other kingdom, they loved to use spice.

Weiss loved seafood but she also loved trying new things.

He looked a little thrown that she had asked for this opinion but at her encouraging nod, he said, "Uh – I like the cumin lamb noodles. Do you like lamb?"

She did, though she had only partaken a few times.

"I'll get those, then."

He smiled at her, tentatively. It was that awkward grin of his, the one he had given Gwen earlier at the mask stand. Weiss felt those butterflies scatter in a panic, making her feel woozy.

"Fish," Blake demanded when the stall owner turned to serve.

Yang snorted and elaborated for the poor man, "She'll have whatever noodle dish you have that comes with fish. She isn't picky. I'll have the sticky pork noodles, thanks. What about you, Rubes?"

"Egg fried noodles," Ruby ordered, keeping it simple.

Weiss raised her hand. "The cumin lamb, please."

"I'll have the same," Pyrrha added.

Gwen and Jaune's food arrived first, and Weiss relished in the uncomfortable air that surrounded the girl. To her credit, she hid it well – Weiss only noticed because she was watching her like a hawk, nothing escaping her notice. Every movement, every glance, she cataloged. Now that they were up close, Weiss grudgingly admitted that the girl really was quite pretty. Her tanned skin gave her an exotic look while her face was smooth and blemish free despite the harsh desert she hailed from, her eyes a deep chocolate.

She totally wasn't Jaune's type.

Not at all.

Weiss inspected her nails and preened with that thought in mind. Her skin was creamy and pale, soft as snow. Her hair was purest white like silken cloud. She had eyes of clear ice, sharp and alluring. They may have been similar in statue and figure but they differed in every other way.

She was what Jaune liked.

Even with her scar.

Weiss frowned.

At least, she didn't think that bothered him? Feeling a little self conscious all of a sudden, she touched the slightly rough skin where it lanced her cheek. If he ever had a problem with it, he'd never shown it. She wasn't typically ashamed of the mark; it was a badge of honor, truly. It represented her taking control of her life. It was a reminder of what she had gone through to get here.

She was being silly.

"Are you okay?" Pyrrha asked, giving her a look of concern. Weiss smiled.

"Yes," she said, giving her head a little shake.

Of course he didn't care about some superficial mark. Had he not shown already that he wasn't like all those other pieces of trash from Atlas? They would have cared about it. They would have looked at it with disgust, as a blight upon a canvas. Not Jaune. He had never looked at her that way.

He never would. That wasn't the type of man he was. Not unless she earned that disgust – and she wouldn't.

She wouldn't.

"So, Gwen," Pyrrha began, side-eying the girl. "How are you finding Beacon so far?"

Weiss didn't bother paying her answer any attention, instead focusing on Jaune. She watched as he collected a good helping of noodles on the end of his chopsticks and raised them to his mouth, the red hot sauce dripping from the strands in thick streams. When his lips parted around his food, Weiss shivered.

He had nice lips. She hadn't ever really taken much notice before but they looked very soft. As he slurped up his noodles and chewed, she admired the line of his jaw and the way it flexed. He still had a little youthful roundness to his cheeks but that was rapidly falling away with age, revealing a more chiseled visage underneath. The way his messy hair threatened to get in his eyes made her want to reach out and brush it aside.

He was handsome. Not model handsome or ruggedly good looking but more of a boy next door, innocently cute handsome; on the cusp of something greater but not quite there yet.

She liked it.

"Are they good?" she asked, wanting to say something.

He hummed and nodded, swallowing his mouthful. "Yeah, they're great."

"May I try some?"

He looked at her with surprise.

"Er – are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yes. Can I?"

"Ah, sure. Lemme get another pair of-"

Weiss shook her head, cutting him off. Placing her hand over his, she relieved him of his chopsticks, reveling in the warmth of his hand. He looked at her, dumbfounded. Staring at the tips of the chopsticks for a moment, she fought hard not to blush.

Indirect kiss!

Twirling a small amount of noodles around the end and clamping them expertly, she leaned in carefully, raising a hand to make sure none of her pristine hair got in the way. Weiss felt the heat of the spicy sauce explode upon her tongue the instant it touched, heating her mouth. Keeping her composure, she slurped up her helping before leaning back.

Hot! It was really hot!

She wasn't used to spicy food – not at all. None of the dishes back home contained any chili at all and the few she had come across at the various banquets she had attended had been very mild to say the least. In comparison, what was happening in her mouth right now was a raging inferno. It almost brought her to tears. Chewing the noodles, she swallowed hurriedly and tried not to cough.

It was nice. Even with her tongue melting, she could taste the many infusions of flavor that had gone into creating it. Pursing her lips around the tips of the chopsticks, she sucked lightly before removing them.

Jaune stared at her blankly.

Placing the eating utensils back in his bowl, she waved over the stall owner.

"May I have some water, please?"

Her first kiss! Well – indirect kiss! And it hurt like hell.

It wasn't something she would soon forget.

"You know what," Gwen suddenly stood, half her meal uneaten. The look on her face was one of extreme displeasure. "I think I see my team. Later."

Jaune turned sharply. "Wait, what?"

But she was already gone, marching down the street in visible agitation. Yang leaned back, looking suitably impressed with herself while Ruby groaned, burying her face in her hands.

"Yaaang," she moaned piteously.

"What just happened?" Jaune asked.

Yang waved a hand carelessly. "Just sent the fake bitch packing, that's all."

"Fake what?"

Yang patted him on the shoulder and all of a sudden, Weiss' burning mouth was of no concern. Her eyes zeroed in on her hand touching his arm, the way her fingers lightly gripped the fabric of his hoodie.

"Sorry, man," she apologized, only looking a little sorry. "She was just using you to get a free meal, I think. Apply a little pressure and they fold. Those girls from Vacuo are a piece of work. You can't trust them. All they've been doing since they arrived here is complain about how lame Vale is. Total drag."

Pyrrha was nodding along.

Jaune just looked confused. "Oh... I thought I'd made a friend."

"I mean, I think she still thought you were cute," Yang conceded. "She was definitely checking you out earlier, when you weren't looking. So maybe only half fake."

"Oh," he said, looking a little embarrassed but pleased. "I didn't notice."

"Our food is ready," Blake cut in excitedly, salivating as a bowl was placed in front of her. Pyrrha giggled.

While they ate, Weiss peeked at Jaune from the corner of her eye. He seemed a little bummed out but not overly upset which pleased her immensely. She knew it wasn't a date! If it were, he would have been cross with Yang for what happened. He'd just been nice and trying to make a friend!

She hadn't doubted it for a second!

But she realized now that she couldn't just sit back and watch. There would be others, she knew. Other girls who would recognize his true value. Girls that when given his affection, would not squander it like she had. She needed to prepare for them, she needed to recapture his attention and keep it focused solely on her.

She needed to undo all the damage she had wrought.

There was just one problem.

She had never tried to attract a boy before!

Asking Neptune to the dance had been her first foray into being the aggressor. She had zero experience in attracting the opposite sex. They all simply flocked to her because they wanted something, not for anything she had done. And as she knew, Jaune didn't care for any of that.

She needed to seduce him.

Weiss knew she couldn't ask any of her friends. As much as Yang knew how to flaunt her stuff, Ruby had confided in her that her sister was all talk and no bite. She hadn't even dated a boy, let alone kissed one, according to her partner. Though that wasn't the only reason she wouldn't dare ask her blonde teammate for help.

She would never hear the end of it.

Blake liked to read smut but Weiss didn't know how well that would translate to real world experiences, so she was out. Who knows what kind of depraved stories the cat faunus got off on? Weiss wasn't trying to be weird! She just wanted something applicable to her situation! Things that normal girls did to attract a boyfriend.

Ruby... well, Ruby was Ruby.

Weiss peered at Pyrrha covertly.

Out of all her friends, the red head was probably her best bet. She was massively popular, a world class athlete and really, really pretty. Weiss bet that out of all of them, Pyrrha Nikos would have a ton of experience! How could she not?

But she was too close to Jaune. There was a good chance that the girl would let slip to her partner and everything would be ruined. That was the last thing Weiss needed.

No – she couldn't ask any of her friends. She needed to do this alone. Thankfully, she had options. She needed to educate herself on the art of seduction and what bigger source of information existed than the internet! All she needed to do was complete a little research and employ her hard learned techniques and Jaune would be eating out of the palm of her hand once more!

So that is exactly what she did.

They spent the rest of the day enjoying the fair grounds and everything it had to offer, and by the time nightfall came, everyone was exhausted and ready for sleep. Waving goodbye to their friends in Team JNPR, they entered their room. While her team changed into their pajamas and got ready for bed, Weiss slipped away with the excuse of not being tired, even though her eyes felt heavy and her legs wanted to do nothing but rest. They were too far gone to notice the lie and let her go, unopposed. Their dormitory had a common room and that is where she went, hunkering down on one of the many couches with her scroll.

She was alone at last.

Weiss was a straightforward girl and knew exactly what she wanted. Typing out her search, she clicked enter.

Results for 'how to seduce a man' appeared instantly by the hundreds of thousands, flooding her screen with links. The very first result was 'Seduction techniques that will help you win any man you desire' with a preview paragraph of text.

"Seduction is about maintaining mystery, playing with words, being creative and giving him everything bit by bit," she read quietly. "It's also about giving out hints with your body language. It's a powerful tool to use with the right words. A subtle touch, locking eyes, playing with your hair, being spontaneous - all of it will seduce him."

Weiss frowned.

It made sense but she didn't have time to be subtle. Who knew when another Gwen could come along, slipping under the radar and actually being serious about him, not just seeing him as a meal ticket?

How to Seduce a Man: 14 Steps (with Pictures)

15 Ways to Seduce A Man & Make Him Crazy For You!

33 Sexy Ways to Seduce a Man Who's Not Yet Yours

She clicked on all of them and scrolled wildly, but none of them really fit what she wanted. Make eye contact, okay, sure. That was a given and he had very nice eyes, so that made it very easy. Let him see your best side? What did that even mean? Weiss thought about it; what was her best side? How intelligent she was? How cultured? Pay attention to things beyond looks? What? She was! Yeah, he was handsome but that wasn't the main attraction at all; did that mean she already had that one? You're not competing against others? Yes she was!

These people clearly didn't understand a thing!

Dress your best to catch a guy's eye... okay, that one was obvious. She was quite good at fashion, Weiss reasoned. Dressing up a little for him sounded fun and maybe she could wear something to highlight her strengths. She might not have breasts like Yang or Pyrrha, or hips quite so wide as Blake's, but no one had a tighter butt or as trim a tummy as her! Her combat skirt hid just how sculpted her derriere was; maybe Jaune would appreciate her in a pair of tights?

Weiss rubbed her scarlet cheeks.

She continued to read, nodding every so often as she read something she agreed with. Get him alone – yes, so he could look at no one else but her. Touch him often. Right.

And then she saw it, her eyes widening slightly as she read the title.

How To Seduce A Man In Bed: 35 Ways To Sexually Arouse Him

Her heart pounded as her hands started to sweat, her breath becoming uneven. Fingers shaking, she tapped on the link and watched as the list expanded, introducing her to a whole new world. Blushing furiously, she read and read and read some more until even her ears were on fire.

She hadn't even so much as kissed a boy before and now she was reading about ways to – ways to... she couldn't even think it! But now that she had seen it, she couldn't erase it from her mind. Her curiosity overwhelming everything else, she continued to consume what was on the page, filling her mind with all manner of ideas.

Unthinkable ideas.

Desire curled low in her belly, igniting the embers of lust. Squirming, Weiss rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to quash the sudden throbbing between her legs. Not only did it not work, it made it worse.

She thought about touching him but not in the way the previous article had suggested. Not on his arm or shoulder, or even holding his hand. Weiss thought about touching him places that weren't proper. Under his shirt, his chest and abs. Inside his pants, his thighs and butt – touching his penis. Making a sound of frustration, she toppled over onto her side and clutched her scroll to her modest chest as her core burned brighter.

Was she really thinking about doing such a thing?

The more she pondered on it, the more she grew in favor of it. It went against everything she had ever thought about herself. She wasn't this type of girl! Some wanton scarlet woman, spreading her legs for any guy that passed her fancy!

But Jaune just wasn't any guy – he was the one, right? The one she had been waiting for? The one she had always dreamed about? The one that would chase away the loneliness and whisk her away from the confines of her existence as the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company so she could just be an ordinary girl, an ordinary woman.

And he could – make her a woman. Take her innocence. Take her virginity.

Weiss curled up, shaking.

He could be her first. She could be his.

He... he hadn't done it with anyone else, right?

Dread pooled in her stomach, sickening. He can't have, could he? A month ago, she would have said no without a shred of doubt but that was because she only saw the worst in him, only saw his faults, imagined or otherwise. Now? His virtues were laid bare for her to see and what girl wouldn't be attracted to someone like him? Weiss knew that high school was a turbulent time, emotions and hormones warring with one another. Even with the sheltered existence she had lived back then, at the best private school Atlas had to offer, Weiss had heard of students engaging in such activities.

Maybe he had too?

Envy and jealousy burned within for this mystery girl who had dared to lay her hands on Jaune, but there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't turn back time, couldn't change the past. If only it were that simple; turn one of her time dilation glyphs sideways, rotate it backwards, challenge fate itself. No – there was no convenient solution such as that.

She could only focus on now. She could only focus on the future.

And she would have him – there was no room for hesitation now. She was surrounded by potential enemies and rivals. Strike first and worry about the consequences later. But she needed more knowledge.

Anything and everything she could find.

She read late into the night, staying awake through pure determination and spite. She learned more about the carnal arts than she ever thought possible, her cheeks aching from how they blazed with fire. Her insides coiled and throbbed, begging for relief as fantasies taunted her mind but she wouldn't be distracted, wouldn't let her weak, pliant body defeat her.

She would find that sweet release soon enough. Not through pathetic, fumbling touches in the dark but in the embrace of a man, solid and whole and inside her, claiming her, body and soul.

At least, that was the plan.

Weiss had overheard from Pyrrha that Jaune spent each morning jogging around campus before class, and even continued to do so on weekends instead of taking the days to rest. He may have started the year at the bottom of the class but he was committed to improvement, another thing Weiss admired about him. His hard work certainly showed; slowly by surely with the help of his partner, he was beginning to rise in rank. On his morning run, it was the only time she knew that Jaune was guaranteed to be alone and it was the perfect time for her to make her move.

She even typed out an entire itinerary, detailing all the steps she would take to claim her prize.

Her scheme hit its first snag the morning after, though. Tired from staying awake half the night, Weiss overslept and didn't rise until nearly lunch time. Cranky at having missed her chance to get the ball rolling, she decided to enact her plan the following day. That didn't mean she couldn't lay some groundwork down first!

Perhaps it was better this way. She didn't want to make a mistake just because she rushed things.

"Nice of you to join us," Blake greeted her when she finally found her team seated around a table in the cafeteria. Weiss grunted at her teammate and settled down between her and Yang, forcing them apart. She cradled a freshly brewed cup of coffee between her hands, inhaling the bitter sweet scent before taking a sip.

She required caffeine and lots of it.

It took her longer than she'd like to admit to notice that they had an extra with them today. Weiss blinked. Suddenly she was wide awake, staring at the sight in front of her. Seated between Jaune and Pyrrha was a familiar girl, a girl she had seen Ruby with a few times in the past. She was a student of Haven Academy; a pretty girl with mocha skin and mint green hair. Her name was Emerald.

The way Emerald's red eyes were directed at Jaune as he spoke made Weiss' skin crawl. She wanted to leap between them but that would be ridiculous, so instead she seethed quietly instead.

"—spent most holidays camping out in the wilds. My grandfather used to take my dad out a lot when he was a kid so he wanted to pass that tradition down, I guess," Jaune was saying. "My sisters hated it. Well – they hated the bugs and having to sleep on the ground. They loved swimming in the lakes and showing off for the boys whenever we'd visit any village. We were a bit of a spectacle. Not many families are as big as ours."

"How many of you are there?" Emerald asked.

"Well, there is mom and dad, and me, of course," he ticked off on his hand. "Then there are my seven sisters; Saphron, Violet, Lavender – Amethyst and Auburn are twins-"

"Seven?" Emerald cut in incredulously. Weiss couldn't blame her, staring at Jaune in shock. Apparently they weren't the only ones that didn't know that. Yang and Blake looked astonished at this piece of news, though Ruby didn't even bat an eye.

"Heh – yeah, people usually have that sort of reaction."

Emerald considered him for a second. "I feel bad for your mother... or jealous, I don't know which one."

"Daddy Arc got the goods," Yang waggled her eyebrows.

Jaune groaned. "Urgh – yeah, I've heard that one about a dozen times, as well."

Weiss always considered her own family on the larger side. With the way things were on Remnant, most families didn't have the resources to have such big families or ensure their protection. If it wasn't the Grimm, it was bandits and if it wasn't bandits, it was food shortages – that was outside the protection of the kingdom walls. Things were decent inside but then you had different difficulties. Simply put, things weren't cheap.

The Schnee's could afford to have as many children as humanly possible, of course. But what was the point? They had two girls and a boy – more than enough to carry on the family legacy, either through inheriting the family business or marrying into other elite families of Atlas. It surprised her sometimes that her parents even had three, considering the outcome of their marriage, but Weiss had to remind herself that her mother once loved her father, even if he had only seen her as a vehicle for wealth and power.

For Jaune to have such a huge family meant that his father could provide and provide well. In more ways than one.

No doubt his father was a hard worker, Weiss thought. That was where Jaune got his work ethic from. And he could protect his family because he was strong, just like Jaune was becoming at Beacon. And while his mother must have been incredibly fertile, Jaune's father must have been virile.

He had clearly passed this onto his only son, as well.

Now that her mind was going down this track, it couldn't stop. Weiss could see it now; her belly swelling with child as she tempted him with her erotic, lithe body. Jaune would be insatiable, slaking his lust upon her again and again. She would take it gladly as his wife, baring his young until they had a truly massive family. Dozens of children for her to love and cherish, to shower in affection that she had been so sorely starved of in her youth.

That could be her future, if she wanted it. A part of her rebelled against the idea of being simple breeding stock but another part, deep down inside reveled in it. She would be loved, Jaune would love her. Every time he fucked her would be another sign of his devotion to her and even if he knocked her up every year, she would still work. If that is what she wanted, he would allow it. He wouldn't try to control her actions. She was her own woman and he would respect that. He wasn't her father, he wasn't like those scumbags who only wanted her for her money and name.

Weiss felt a little dizzy just thinking about it. She was getting way ahead of herself. All that could come later. She needed to secure him first before some bimbo swooped in and stole him away, all because she'd been too blind to see sooner! She wasn't going to let that happen.

"You know, it all makes sense now," Yang said.

"What makes sense?" Jaune asked.

"How well you rocked that dress," her smile was pure evil. "No ordinary man could wear it that good."

Emerald laughed, full and loud. "What was that about, by the way? You sort of stole the spotlight with that stunt of yours."

Weiss smothered a scowl as the dark skinned beauty leaned in closer.

"He made a promise," Weiss answered for him. "Jaune takes those very seriously. Don't you, Jaune?"

"Um – yeah," he looked surprised that she'd spoken up for him. "It was for Pyrrha."

"He was just trying to cheer me up," the championship fighter explained, beaming at her partner. "And it worked."

"Haha – glad it did, partner."

His devotion to Pyrrha was admirable. It was just another reason for Weiss to fall even deeper for him. But it was time to shift his focus entirely onto her, where it belonged.

"Jaune," she addressed him directly, voice serious. "May we speak after lunch? I wish to discuss something with you. Alone."

"Oh – uh, sure, Weiss," he looked perplexed. "No problem."

"Thank you."

She garnered a few odd looks from her teammates but it wasn't like her request was overly strange. Sure, she had never asked to speak with him alone before and yeah, she regretted deeply how she had treated him back then, but this was a time of change. From the smile on Ruby's face, she had her own ideas about what was going on. Her partner had always encouraged Weiss to get along with her other best friend and now that she had seen the error of her ways, she was bound to be happy about it.

Ruby just didn't understand the extent of her change of heart. That was fine.

Everyone would know Jaune was hers soon enough. Especially these foreign tarts that kept gathering around him, attempting to entice him away with their exotic looks. Too bad for them, she was his type.

When everyone had finished their food, Weiss excused herself but not before shooting Jaune a pointed look. He got the message loud and clear, and she didn't have to wait long before he joined her in the hallway just outside the cafeteria.

"Let us walk," Weiss said, those damned butterflies returning. She attempted to crush them ruthlessly but that only seemed to make her anxiety worse. "It is such a beautiful day outside."

"Sure," he replied, falling into step with her.

He was clearly nervous. That made two of them.

The courtyards at Beacon were some of her favorite places. Wide open spaces ringed by lush gardens blooming with a multitude of different flowers, it reminded her of the one place from home that she didn't hate.

Her mother's garden.

Even after she had fallen to drink, her mother meticulously maintained her garden. Everything else about the Schnee Manor was cold and uniform, beautiful in its splendor and not much else. Her mother's garden, though, was an explosion of color made all the more spectacular against the snowy backdrop of Solitas. It was alive. It was warm.

It was one of the few things she missed.

"Soooo," Jaune drew out as they came to a stop. The air was thick with the scents of different flowers, sweet but not overpowering. "What did you want to speak about?"

Her tongue felt heavy, clumsy. "I wanted to thank you."

Confusion crossed his face. "Thank me? For what?"

Her heart thudded increasingly loud in her ears. "I know what you did for me – with Neptune."

His face froze, stuck between surprise and horror. "Oh, uh – well, I just thought – I didn't mean to get involved, I just-"

Weiss felt her own nerves fade away in the face of his panic. "I'm not mad," she cut across him. "Didn't I say I wanted to thank you?"

His mouth flapped uselessly for a few moments before settling. "I – yeah, you did."

She smiled at him. She thought back to all those articles and lists. They said to smile more, right? That it would help attract him. But she wasn't just smiling because those websites said to do so. No, this was a genuine smile. There was nothing fake about it.

"When Neptune told me what you'd done... I didn't know what to think," she confessed, feeling a weight begin to lift from her heart. "It was a huge shock. No one had ever done something like that for me before and the fact that it was someone I had treated so poorly... I felt wretched."

"I didn't mean-"

"I'm not finished," she touched his arm, halting his words. Touch often, those same lists said. She was surprised by how natural it felt to do so. Physical affection was rare in Atlas, certainly in public; especially among the social elite. Her fingers ran down his arm, marveling at the strength she could feel in his muscles. When she reached his hand, she curled her fingers around his own. He was so warm. "I didn't expect it. In my mind, I had you pegged as someone who only spoke to me because you wanted something. All those compliments you would shower me with? I believed they were hollow. Just a way for me to let my guard down so you could take what you wanted. Was it money you were after? Conquest? So you could tell all your friends that you were dating the Weiss Schnee... I was such an idiot. A fool."

She squeezed his hand tightly.

"I misjudged your character," she admitted aloud for the first time, the words rushing out of her. "I know that now. You had no ulterior motives, did you? You just... you just liked me?"

He nodded, eyes wide.

Weiss trembled with emotion. "You didn't even know who I was, did you? That first day? Just like you didn't know who Pyrrha was?"

He hesitated before nodding again, slowly. "Yeah. I – I didn't know."

She laughed, breath catching halfway. "I'm sorry for being such a – such a bitch. I thought the worst of you just because you had the courage to approach me with your feelings, I didn't have the right to treat you that way-"

She could feel herself becoming hysterical but now that she was venting all these pent up feelings, she couldn't stop it. Like a broken faucet, everything was gushing out. It didn't matter how frantically she tried to turn the tap off.

"—I thought you were just like all those other boys. Back home... they'd say similar things, call me sweet names. You aren't the first person to call me Snow Angel," she shook her head angrily. "But you might just be the first person that actually meant it."

She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't!

"So!" she shouted, looking away to hide her moist eyes. "So, I just wanted to thank you for what you did. It was very sweet of you – and it showed me that you weren't the kind of guy I thought you were. It... It meant a lot to me. It means a lot to me. You – you're a good friend, Jaune. A better friend than I deserve."

"Hey," he said sternly and Weiss jumped when he cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. She stared at him with wide eyes. "What are you talking about? Don't talk about yourself like that. You deserve the best, Weiss. Don't ever doubt that."

He was touching her cheek. He was touching her cheek!

Jaune's hand was so big and strong, the skin of his palm slightly rough from wielding his sword. Weiss shivered as those calluses chafed against her skin, her stomach twisting in a knot. She wanted to reach out and touch his jaw, feel the subtle stubble she could see developing on his face, feel it prick against her hand. His lips looked so inviting, soft and pink.

What would they feel like against her own?

Her breathing sped up, imagining all the things they could do together. She had read so many things, her eyes opened to the world of sex like never before. Things that her sheltered education and shallow friendships hadn't dared touched upon. Those same lips – how would they feel between her legs on her slick heat? How would his tongue feel, lapping at her wetness and gliding against her clitoris? Such vulgar thoughts percolated in her mind until she couldn't keep the rising flush off her cheeks.

"Weiss?" he asked with concern.

She hurriedly stepped back, body aflame with desire. That was another thing on the list – how to seduce a man in bed. Oral sex was a big player there and Weiss had studied it thoroughly.

Very thoroughly.

She covered her face, her palms burning against her cheeks.

"I'm okay," she said, though clearly she wasn't. "I'm okay!"

If she repeated it enough, maybe it would come true.

"Jaune!" she said loudly.

"Yes!?" he replied, startled by her sudden shout.

"I was wondering if I could join you for your morning run tomorrow," she rushed out. "If that is okay with you?"

The change in topic rendered him speechless, but only for a moment.

"Er – yeah, I don't mind."

"Great! Excellent! Well – um, I'm feeling a little tired so if you don't mind, I must be going!"

She didn't even wait for his answer, practically running from the courtyard in full retreat. It was pathetic but she couldn't stay there, not after all that. She had a plan! A full proof plan! She needed to stick to it and she'd have him. If she ran her mouth any more, she might say something that could drive him away. Too needy, too eager.

Even if she was exactly both of those things.

The rest of the day was a bit of a blur. They didn't have class because the tournament was right around the corner, teams focused instead on their preparation. The afternoon was filled with drills, practicing their team attacks but Weiss was going through the motions. Her mind was elsewhere.

It was a miracle that she didn't set any of her teammates on fire or freeze them in a block of ice.

"Weiss, are you okay?" Ruby asked midway through.

"Fine," she answered mindlessly. "I'm fine. What's the next move?"

Yang looked at the attack list Ruby had printed out, squinting. "Monochrome? You and Blake, I think."

"Right," Weiss muttered, dragging her rapier through the dirt. "Come along, then."

Blake shared a look with her teammates but followed obediently. They somehow pulled it off without incident.

When Weiss got into bed that night, she made sure that all of her clothes for the next day were neatly set out. She double checked and then triple checked her alarm, made sure to be extra thorough in the shower and brushed her teeth twice. As she snuggled into her pillow, she went over all the things she would say and do to seduce him, carefully picked and refined from the best the internet had to offer.

Her dreams were filled with vulgarity the likes of which she had never experienced before.

When she awoke the next morning, her alarm was yet to sound. Slick heat gathered between her thighs but she ignored it, springing into action. Gathering her things, she hit the shower, making sure the spray was extra cold to calm down her raging hormones. While there, she shaved her legs and then with a scarlet face, shaved away her pubic hair. According to the internet, all guys were different but the general consensus was that most men liked it baby smooth. When she was done, she admired her work. The skin felt sensitive to the touch, her fingers gliding across the skin without resistance. When she stepped out and dried off, the material brushing against her newly bare crotch made her shiver.

Weiss then brushed her teeth twice more, swishing her mouth with wash and flossing. They sparkled as she smiled for the mirror.

She had chosen her underwear carefully. Many of the articles had suggested something risqué, something to get his heart pumping but Weiss didn't own any such pair. She was pretty conservative with these sorts of things so her options were limited. But one such blog had mentioned that many guys liked something simple, something ordinary and everyday. That it felt more intimate, to see how a girl looked regularly. She took that advice to heart.

Slipping her smooth legs into a pair of simple light blue cotton panties, she pulled them up and wiggled her hips, the waistband snapping against the swells of her hips. Checking out her body in the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction. There wasn't an inch of fat upon her trim stomach, flat and toned with light muscle. When she stretched her arms above her head, her small breasts stretched with them but retained their full perky shape. Her nipples were small but puffy, slightly engorged and a very light pink. Her ribs blended seamlessly with her sculpted sides and back, flexing as she turned her to see her backside in the mirror. Her butt was perfectly shaped, firm and high. Pinching one of her soft cheeks, she tested its springiness.

She hoped it was enough. This is what he liked, right? She was what he had desired for months. Yes – when he caught sight of her lithe, fit body he would lose all reason. She was positive!

She slipped on a simple sports bra, the material stretchy and gray. Then came a light blue tank top, showing off her shoulders and collarbone. It was loose enough that if she leaned forward, he would be able to see down her top but the sports bra would deny him any juicy cleavage, no matter how little she had.

It was time for the main event.

Slipping one foot into a pair of black tights and then the other, she pulled them up her legs slowly. They clung to her freshly shaved legs wonderfully, stretching as she pulled them over her ass and hips. She so often wore skirts or dresses, Weiss felt it was best to change it up. As much as she loved her combat skirt, she wanted to hit him with a punch to his senses right off the bat. The tights highlighted the toned lines of her legs, the plump swell of her butt. When she inspected herself in the mirror, she saw how it clung to her cheeks like a second skin, even sinking between them in its tightness. It highlighted the flatness of her stomach and pelvis, dipping down over her mons. There was no camel toe but it clung to her sex so tightly that it made her prominent thigh gap seem even larger.

She was the picture of fit sexuality.

Brushing her hair, she pulled it into a normal ponytail. Dabbing some perfume against her neck, wrists and under her arms, she nodded resolutely.

It was time.

Slipping on a pair of white sneakers, it wasn't until Weiss was out in the hallway that she realized they hadn't set a time to meet up. Pulling out her scroll, she sent him a quick message. He replied immediately.

He was still getting ready.

She hadn't missed him.

Weiss didn't have to wait long. When the door across the hall clicked open, she perked up. Taking a deep breath to calm the nervous wreck her heart had become, she watched as Jaune stepped out of his room.

She had never seen him in shorts before and took a moment to admire his legs, the material stopping just short of his knees and showing his toned calves. He wore a plain black tank top, his well muscled arms on display. Her eyes traced the dips and ridges of his arms, admiring the vascular veins that popped from his forearms.

It was a shame that they were so often hidden beneath the school uniform or his combat attire. He wasn't the skinny noodle they'd all thought he was.

"Uh – morning," he greeted awkwardly.

She graced him with a smile. "Good morning, Jaune."

Weiss suppressed a smile as she saw his eyes widen slightly at her appearance. He couldn't hide the way he looked her up and down, nor could he hide the slight reddening of his cheeks.

He still desired her! She knew it! All her insecurities blew away like leaves in a gust of wind, leaving behind nothing but confidence. Confidence that she would use.

"Shall we?" she asked.

She took the lead so he would get an eyeful of her delectable butt. Weiss knew that he would be able to see the faint ridges of her panty line and made sure to give her hips a little shake. When she glanced back over her shoulder, desire bloomed in her core at the heat in his gaze directed at her ass.

They walked in silence, leaving the dorm building and picking a path that looped around the back of the academy. The air held a strong chill to it and Weiss felt her skin prickle, though it was nothing compared to the cold in her homeland.

"I normally stretch out first," he said.

They were alone in a small alcove of trees behind the groundskeeper shed.

"Okay," she replied, walking over to a nearby tree and placing her hands on the rough bark, Setting her legs, she bent at the waist until her thighs and calves burned. The material of her tights stretched across her bottom, cupping her flesh harder. When she went further, truly showing off her flexibility, she glanced through her legs and saw him staring. When he noticed her looking, he hurriedly turned away and began working on his own stretches. Now it was her turn to stare.

Her nipples hardened as she watched his arms flex and curl as he pulled one across his chest and then the other, twisting at the waist. Rising from her bent position, she turned around for a better view all while continuing her own set of stretches. She placed one hand on her hip and lifted her other arm above her head, stretching to the side as he grabbed one of his ankles, pulling his leg up behind. He looked so sturdy and strong, completely balanced on one foot, arm pulled taut. The definition of his triceps and the surrounding lateral and medial head muscles enticed her eyes, her mouth watering at the thought of those powerful arms encircling her petite waist.

She was meant to be seducing him, not the other way around! Didn't he realize just what a fine specimen he was? Flaunting his hard worked body like that? When he raised his arms above his head, the hem of his tank top rode up, exposing a thin strip of skin. Weiss shivered as she caught a brief glimpse of his abs, just a hint of the flat, hard surface hidden beneath.

She... she couldn't take it. It was too much. She couldn't allow this to continue. Weiss knew that if another girl saw him like this, it would be too late for her. Those loose girls from Vacuo would jump his bones in an instant! Those hussies from Mistral would drop their panties and invite those arms to take them! She wasn't going to allow it to happen.

Meanwhile, Jaune was having a bit of a dilemma.

Weiss was acting very strangely.

It wasn't bad, exactly. It was more that it was unexpected. They had never been particularly close, though not from lack of trying on his part. When he had first caught a glimpse of that shimmering white hair and that gorgeous face of hers, he had been a goner. He had never seen a more beautiful creature in all his life. When he had overheard her talking about him, her pretty voice had sealed his fate.

And a harsh fate it was.

She was out of his league. There were no two ways about it. All the girls at Beacon were stunningly attractive but Weiss was a step above, an unreachable dream. A cold beauty, inside and out. What could he do?

His dad said he just needed to be confident. But what if you weren't confident? What the hell did you do then!? Jaune didn't know – so he did the only thing he knew how; he faked it. He was already pretending to have training, what was a little more pretend? Pretend to be suave, pretend to be cool – pretend to know what he was doing. Girls like guys that are in control, right? That could look after them? Even if in reality she could kick his ass without breaking a sweat. It was the thought that counts, right?

As expected, she shot him down every single time. But the more he tried, the more he got to know her and the more he got to know her, the more his feelings for her grew. They were no longer sustained by the simple shallow first impression of her beauty, though he still thought she was exceedingly beautiful. No – now he actually knew more about her, saw her interact with her teammates, and come to one startling realization.

She wasn't so cold after all. She was a warm, caring person underneath all the frost she wore as armor.

And she was very, very lonely.

Okay, that was two realizations but they came about at the same time. From that moment on, he just wanted to be her friend more than he wanted to take her on a date but he didn't know how else to approach her. So he continued to try to make her laugh, make her want to hang out with him, but he ballsed it up time after time, again and again. The Beacon Dance was the hail mary, the big one – and it went about as well as he should have expected. Perhaps he should have left the guitar back in his room.

When she asked Neptune to the dance, it had hurt more than he thought it would. He wanted to be that for her but it just wasn't happening. She liked Neptune and from what he'd seen, Neptune liked her. It was a foregone conclusion. When he had seen her alone at the dance and then saw Neptune there, acting like nothing was amiss – he'd seen red. Perhaps it wasn't his place to do what he did but he couldn't help it. He couldn't stand to see her so demoralized, so defeated.

It was the final nail in the coffin of his feelings. He had resolved then and there to move on, to stop bothering her and allow her new relationship to flourish without the ghost of his failed courtship haunting their every move. It was something he had seriously meant, hard as that may be. If she wanted to be friends, then he would let her reach out to him. He wouldn't force it anymore.

Jaune hadn't expected Neptune to tell her everything.

He had noticed her looking his way more often, being nicer to him but had chalked it up to his backing off. Now that he wasn't firing one liners her way, she probably felt relieved. Then she started standing close to him, sitting next to him. Touching his arm, even. This was a big change from the norm.

And then their conversation yesterday...

He was trying to back off, to give her space! Yet when she did things like that, his feelings only grew stronger. He tried to smother them, lock them away in a far corner of his mind but it was hopeless. Especially when she dressed like that.

Weiss had an amazing ass.

That damn combat skirt had been hiding it all this time. It was almost literally eating her tights. When she had braced her hands against that tree and bent, he'd felt his heart stop dead in his chest. Only for a moment, though. Then it had quickly started beating again, faster and harder than ever before. It needed to. His cock demanded blood, after all.

Boy was he lucky that his shorts were baggy or he'd be pitching the biggest tent in history right now. The way those tights hugged the lines of her slender legs drove him wild, only enhancing the window between her thighs. He always heard his sisters going on about thigh gaps and Weiss had one with a capital G. He could see the undercarriage of her pelvis, plump and tight and almost had a heart attack when he saw her ice blue eyes peeking at him from between her legs.

She was perfection.

She was going to drive him insane.

He busied himself with his stretches, trying his best to push her magnificent body from his mind. Completing the last set, he jumped when he turned towards Weiss and found her right next to him.

"Weiss!" he exclaimed in surprise. "What are-"

Jaune grunted as she placed a splayed hand on his chest and pushed him against a nearby tree. She stepped in close enough that he could smell her shampoo and body wash, shivering when he caught sight of her eyes. Her pupils had overtaken almost all of her iris, blown wide in desire.

"Weiss?" he asked uncertainly.

Weiss shook as she tried to contain her flaring lust but she couldn't, it was too much. His chest was so hard and broad beneath her hand, solid and warm. It wouldn't take much at all for her lips to claim his, and so that was what she did. Leaning in, she rose up on her tippy toes and kissed him passionately.

It was awkward and messy, her first kiss. She had read about technique, about tricks and tips but all of that went out of the window. She moved her lips against his, molding her mouth to the slant of his jaw. After a moment of shock, he pressed back against her, opening up. His tongue was hot and wet, brushing against her. She returned the favor, their tongues gliding together. He tasted of peppermint toothpaste, his lips soft. Their teeth clashed painfully but they didn't pull apart, his hands settling on her small waist. When he squeezed her, she arched into him, pressing her small breasts against his chest. Her nipples throbbed eagerly, so tight they ached with delicious pressure.

Weiss finally pulled back when her lungs burned in warning. She panted wetly, licking her lips. Jaune stared at her dumbly, his mouth red from her aggression.

She had rehearsed in her mind a thousand times what she would say to him. The perfect lines; words that would strip him of any resistance and make him hers. Instead what came out was a garbled mess, the butterflies in her stomach getting lodged in throat as she said, "Barbggl."

Jaune blinked slowly. "W-What?"

Weiss flushed scarlet, "I – I said – no, what I was – oh, stuff it!"

She kissed him again, fingers curling into his hair. He kissed her back with equal enthusiasm, sucking at her tongue and lips until they were red raw. Panting excitedly, she reached for the waistband of his shorts. They fell from his hips easily, pooling around his feet.

Jaune pulled away in a panic. "Weiss!?"

"I want you," she said breathlessly. "Please – I want you, Jaune. I want you so bad."

Weiss glanced down and saw his erection straining against his underwear. Her breath caught, staring at the large outline.

"Weiss," he tried to put a little distance between them, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Weiss, aren't we – isn't this a little fast?"

Her hand gripped his covered length and he hissed. Weiss' mouth fell open, surprised by how hard and hot it felt even through the layer of cloth. Her insides tensed and throbbed, her vagina flooding with desire. This big thing was going to go inside her. She trembled.

She looked up at him with glassy eyes, overcome with want. "I want this – please, Jaune. Don't you want me? I thought you wanted me. You – You don't like someone else now, right? Gwen? Emerald? I'm better than they are, aren't I?"

She stroked his bulge, heat blooming low in her belly. It throbbed beneath her touch.

"What? No – I – wait," he shook his head. He wanted nothing more than to claim her, fuck her. His balls tightened with want, cock hardening further at the mere thought. What the hell was happening? "What about Neptune?"

"Who?"

She peeled away the final barrier and marveled as his cock sprung free in all its glory. It bobbed and swayed between them, long and thick and covered in pulsing veins. The head was fat and red, shiny with a dot of pre-cum clinging to the very tip. She palmed it, almost cradling it from underneath and cooed at how hot it was, how heavy it felt in her palm. It was lightly curved upwards and the sight of that shape made her core tremble in intimidation. Could she really fit that thing inside her? It was so big and long and thick. The internet said that a lot of girls liked it that way; the bigger the better. But wouldn't it hurt?

"Oh shit," Jaune groaned when she started lightly stroking his shaft. It flexed, jumping up off her palm and Weiss flinched before giggling cutely.

"It moved," she said in surprise. Her fingers curled around his girth, holding it steady. "I didn't know it could do that."

"Um – sometimes," he replied lamely to her inquisitive tone. Her hands were small and smooth, her skin feather soft against his heated flesh. "Are you sure about this?"

What was even happening? How did they end up here, in this moment? Trying to reconcile this with the tense friendship they had only a few weeks ago made his head hurt.

She nodded rapidly. "Yes, of course. I've been such a bad friend, Jaune. I can't let those whores make their move. There is no telling how far they'll go."

Hearing such foul language from her innocent lips made his cock swell even further. Gripping the base of his shaft with one hand, the other stroked up and down carefully, quickly becoming more assured as he groaned in appreciation.

"Does this feel good?" she asked with an impish smile. "Am I doing good?"

"It feels so good," he replied, unable to look away from her beautiful face. "You're so good, Weiss."

More pre-cum leaked out, wetting her palm as she pet the head of his cock. It was so erotic, seeing her tiny hands trying to handle his length. His ass tensed, rocking into her movements. Her hold on him became tighter, firmer. She pumped him vigorously, making little sounds of exertion as she gave her very first hand job. But it wasn't enough – she wanted more.

"Don't you want to touch me?" she asked.

He nodded. "I do. I want to touch you so bad."

"So touch me," she commanded, squeezing him roughly. "Touch me wherever you want."

Jaune felt the pull and he didn't resist, slipping his hands across her tiny waist and down to her ridiculous bubble butt. Grasping the soft flesh, he squeezed her ass until it bulged between his fingers. Weiss shivered and moaned, jerking him against her clothed belly. Prying her cheeks apart, he let go with one hand and gave it a sharp swat. Weiss jumped, laughing breathlessly as heat leaked from her core, hot and sticky.

"Do you like my butt?" she asked.

"I love it," he groaned. His cock had slipped beneath her shirt and was pressing against her firm tummy, the soft skin stimulating the tip. Pre-cum smeared across her belly, marking her. "I wish you wore pants more often."

"I will," she promised eagerly. "I will, for you. You have to look at me and only me, okay? You can't look at anyone else."

"I won't," he wouldn't, not ever. Just her. "Only you."

He continued to fondle her ass, squeezing and spanking her firm butt. It turned her on so much whenever he swatted her, the light sting fuel for her lust. It roared through her belly, tight and oily until she could barely breathe in her excitement. Feeling lightheaded, she released her hold on his leaking cock and stepped out of his hold.

"Weiss?" he asked, confused.

In one swift movement, she pulled off her top. Jaune bit his lip as her flat tummy was revealed, her small bra clad breasts. When she pulled off her sports bra, her little tits jiggled cutely. His dick flexed at the sight of her small pink nipples, slightly upturned and pointed. He wanted to taste them – so he did.

Weiss moaned as he surged forward, hands against her chiseled back as he swooped down and claimed one of her nipples between his lips. Arching against him, she shivered as his hot mouth devoured her throbbing peak, tongue flicking to the tip until it ached. She pressed her body against him, riding up his frame until his cock slipped between the juncture of her thighs. It rested against her roasting hot core, hard as steel, the end poking out beneath her ass. His groan traveled through her when she clenched her thighs around him, trapping his length in a vice.

"Fuck, Weiss," he whispered into her flesh, pulling off her nipple and attacking the other. The cold air burned against her heated, saliva slick tip, hardening it further. It felt so good it hurt, the pleasure rocketing down her body, straight to her cunt. Her insides pulsed and Weiss rolled her hips in time with it, stroking his cock with her tight-clad thighs.

"More," she whimpered, curling her fingers through his hair until she threatened to pull it out by the roots. She humped against him faster, sobbing as her clit grinded against his pelvis. She wanted no barrier between them but she couldn't stop, riding against the entire length of his member. "More, Jaune, please~!"

When his teeth nipped at her, she almost screamed. Tossing her head back, she tightened her thighs further. Jaune began moving against her, thrusting through her thigh gap – though there wasn't much of a gap at all, not anymore, not with how hard she was squeezing him. It felt so fucking good, his balls slapping against the fronts of her thighs. The material of her tights stimulated him in a different way to her bare skin, sharper, almost too much but not quite. His rugged glans caught on the material, a pressure building where it rubbed him. Because of his curved nature, the tip swiped the underside of her plump butt.

He was going to cum.

He could feel that familiar tightening in his balls, at the base of his shaft. His cock swelled further still until it was impossibly hard, fit to burst. Weiss cried out as he slapped her ass, harder than before, her entire body rocking with the impact. He pulled on her nipple with his teeth before soothing it with the flat of his tongue, thrusting against her body harder. Her feet had long left the ground and he was supporting all her weight but she was so light, it was effortless.

"I'm gonna cum," he huffed, his hot breath ghosting across her cute tits. He licked between her cleavage, sucking on the skin. "Shit, Weiss – I'm gonna cum."

Weiss trembled when she heard his words. She was going to make him spurt. She was! Her! Her inner walls throbbed and tingled, twitching. She wanted it inside, she wanted his hard, burly cock inside her right now but it was too late. With a deep seated groan that rose from his belly, he jerked against her as his cock flexed mightily. Long, thick ropes of cum fired from the tip of his dick in powerful bursts, lancing through the air and landing on the ground disappointedly. Weiss grinded his shaft harder, squeezing more powerfully and he responded eagerly, thrusting harder as his hips threatened to give out. Volley after volley fired out until finally, he was spent.

Weiss panted as she untangled her body from his, almost falling as her weight settled on unstable legs. Her vagina burned in desire and when she turned and saw the mess he made on the ground, she almost lost it.

"There's so much," she marveled. Her hand clutched her belly, imagining all that liquid heat inside her womb. A small contraction ran through her, a quiet moan leaving her lips. She needed that feeling. She wanted it so bad.

Jaune stroked his cock slowly, giving it a stiff shake. Remnants of his ejaculation poured from the head and down his shaft. He was still extraordinarily hard, not having calmed down at all.

When Weiss noticed his still hard cock, she grabbed him firmly. "Jaune, I wanted that inside me."

"Sorry," he said, his heart rate beginning to return to normal. "It felt so good."

"I forgive you," she grinned before sinking to her knees. His eyes widened in surprise. "Let me clean this for you and then you are to put the next shot inside me, okay?"

She didn't have any idea what to do, not really. Reading about it and doing it were two separate things but she was going to do her best. The thick musky smell of his semen hit her like a bolt of electricity, her pussy clenching. When she dabbed her tongue against the tip, his flavor exploded across her tongue. Finding it to her liking, she lapped at him with short, quick swipes that drew out a pleased groan.

He was sensitive from his orgasm and each time her tongue licked him, it was like a bolt of lightning up his spine.

"Your penis is so big," she said between licks. She pressed her lips to the tip and gave it a chaste kiss. Her lips came away shiny and moist. "Oh my god, it's going to feel so good inside me."

Weiss was a bit of a talker, Jaune noted. That was good. He loved hearing her voice. Especially when she praised him, pride swelling in his gut. When his fat crown slipped between her lips and filled her mouth, he let out a shuddering breath. Weiss gave him a sturdy suck, siphoning out any semen still trapped inside his shaft. When she pulled back, her lips caught on the flaring ridge of his glans. With a sharp pop, his cock slipped free of her warm embrace.

She admired his saliva slick cock head for a moment before standing. His curved length rested against her belly, scorching hot.

"How do you want me?" she asked sensually, putting on an act. She was overcome with lust, moments from getting exactly what she desired above all else. "From behind?"

Jaune nodded wordlessly.

Kicking off her sneakers, she tucked slender fingers beneath the waistband of her tights and panties. She slowly peeled the skin tight material down her legs, mewling when her drenched underwear tugged at her swollen vulva. The cool air against her feverish aroused skin was a shock, her humid scent filling the air.

Jaune stared as her smooth pussy was revealed, her mons sticking out lewdly. Vulva plump with blood, she was the cutest slice of pink he had ever seen. Her slit was wet with her essence, sticky and inviting. It was the most erotic sight of his life. The shape, the color, the smell. She had barely removed her tights before he moved, fingers reaching for her crotch. Weiss made a sound of surprise in her throat, falling against him as his fingers slipped between her labia and stroked her leaking hole.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned in amazement.

Weiss choked on a moan as he brushed her throbbing clit, sparks exploding across her vision. He rubbed her from top to bottom, lightly pressing into her entrance. It clutched at the pads of his fingers desperately, exceedingly tight. He wormed a single finger inside, Weiss shaking as she clutched his body to her.

"Your finger," she panted, tilting her pelvis. It slipped further in. "It – it's so much thicker than mine."

Jaune felt his cock jump at the admission. Weiss, touching herself. Weiss, writhing in orgasm as she fiddled with her tight little pussy. His finger sunk in, knuckle deep. When he curled it, Weiss jerked with a startled shriek. He felt something rough and engorged, the flesh slightly different from the sticky folds around it. Almost tighter, harder. When he brushed it again, her entire body tensed. Her pussy squeezed his finger.

"O-Oh~!" she squealed as he pressed on her g-spot. Her legs shook, threatening to give out. "Oh~! Jaune, right there~!"

Guided by her favorable reaction, he focused on that spot, raking his finger against it as he began to finger her. Her nails bunched his tank top in a white knuckled grip, almost tearing it as she shuddered against him. Pulling back his hand, he inserted a second finger. It was slow going, her pussy so fucking tight but he rubbed and stroked her insides until they relented.

"Oooh~!"

When both fingers pressed into her as deep as they could, her vagina contracted powerfully. His palm grinded against her clit, her syrupy girl cum leaking out all over his hand as he fingered her with strong, slow pumps. Shlick, shlick, shlick, Weiss could hear nothing but her lewd pussy squelching over the thundering of her heart. When he pressed her sweet spot firmly, she literally tore the shirt from his body.

"Weiss," Jaune groaned as his tank top was ruined, his torso revealed to her eyes. His abs clenched visibly as her mouth latched onto his chest, teeth biting his pectoral hard enough to bruise. "Damn, your pussy is so tight. You're so fucking wet."

Weiss whimpered as her insides tensed and coiled, her climax drawing ever closer. Her clit burned fiercely, the small bundle of nerves pure fire. But she didn't want to cum from his fingers, as good as it felt. And god, did it feel so good! No, she wanted his cock. She wanted him to take her virginity and make her cum with his long, hard cock.

"Jaune," she whispered into his chest, licking the abused skin. "Your penis – your cock, I want it right now. Please, put it inside me. I need it."

She didn't have to tell him twice.

He spun her around so she was facing the tree, her hands braced against it. Back arched, her ass jutted out invitingly. He bounced his cock off her ass, smacking it with his meat harshly. Weiss shivered as her ass rippled, feeling as if he was branding her with his turgid heat. When he pressed the blunt fat tip to her entrance, her body tensed.

"Ahhhnn~!" she cried out as it popped inside, wedging into her wet pussy. Her vagina burned as his cock cleaved through her clutching walls, spreading her walls wider than ever before. There was a pinch of discomfort as he pushed in further, his sheer girth almost more than she could handle. If she weren't so wet...

The feeling of her folds parting before him was exquisite, stroking his sensitive cock and hugging his meat like a warm vice. Her juices squirt out around the tight seal of her flesh around his cock, lubricating his shaft. His grip on her hips tightened as he tugged her back until he sighed in pleasure, sealing his hips against her shapely butt. Weiss jerked, releasing a startled shout as his glans pressed firmly against her cervix, her womb trembling as he knocked on the door to her deepest place.

Her nails dug into the bark beneath her hands.

"Oh my god," she sobbed, breathing deeply through clenched teeth. "Oh my god, oh my god~! Ooouhh~! You're so deep~! Ahn~!"

He could feel each breath she took, her tunnel squeezing him as she gasped for air. He remained still, pressed on her womb as she quaked from the new sensation of being filled. Her virginity was well and truly gone.

"You feel so good, Weiss," he praised. His length felt like it was melting, cradled in such delicious heat. Wet and throbbing, even without moving it attempted to coax out his semen. Slipping one of his hands around to her front, he cupped the curve of her belly. "Shit, you're so tight, baby. So fucking tight."

Tears welled in her eyes as her hips shook. When he gently rolled his pelvis against her, she seethed as his cock briefly retreated before bunting the mouth of her womb. Lust pooled hot and heavy in her stomach, roiling at his gentle movements. Pleasure surged through her blood. She could feel everything so much more – the chill of the air on her heated skin, the prickle of the rough wood on her palms, the way her flesh stretched wide around his iron shaft.

"F-Fuck me," she uttered wretchedly. Moving away from him, she slammed her ass back against him and nearly choked, his dick driving the air from her lungs. "F-Fuck me, Jaune. Fuck me with your big cock~!"

He started slowly, easing his way back and forth inside her clutching depths. Weiss sobbed, his fat head catching on all her sweet spots. There was no way she was going to last much longer, already near the edge from his fingers. Even the discomfort of taking such a fat burly dick for the first time only added to her pleasure, drawing her closer to the end. She was dripping so much that his balls were soaked with her essence and when he moved harder, quicker, they slapped against her pebbled clit and made her see stars.

"Fuck, baby," he grunted as he hilted his dick over and over again. Every time he pressed deep, every time his balls clapped against her clitoris, her insides squeezed and tightened furiously. He jerked her body back against his thrusts harder and harder, meeting her halfway.

"Ahhhn~! Uhhn~! MmmM~! Oooouh, J-Jaune~!" she cried to the heavens. "It feels so good~! Ohhn~! D-Deeper~! I waaaant it deeeeper~!"

Their flesh slapped lewdly, filling the air with wet smacks as he pummeled her pussy with his long, thick cock. When his fingers pressed into her belly right above where he was tapping her deep inside, she howled in bliss.

"Fuck, I can feel it," he said roughly. She thrashed against him when he kept rubbing that spot just below her belly button, targeting it ruthlessly. "Oh shit, babe. You gonna cum for me?"

She nodded brokenly, the tears falling from her eyes. They rolled down her cheeks and mixed with the saliva smeared around her lips, drooling out of her mouth. Her yearning womb burned and pulsed with desire, her body flush with sensation. She tightened around him further, grasping at him with need as that hot ball of lust inside her belly cracked open like an egg and spilled over.

"Tell me you love me," she screamed as her body locked up, her pussy contracting wildly. Her walls rippled around his pistoning length, milking him in orgasm. Jaune groaned as she unraveled around him. "Tell me you love me~!"

"What?" he moaned, fucking her harder through her climax. Weiss' eyes rolled up into her head.

"Tell me you love me~!" she repeatedly chanted, convulsing on the end of his dick. Pleasure pounded through her body as she cum, over and over again until she couldn't see straight. "Tell me you won't fuck any other girls! Only me~! You'll only fuck me~!"

"I love you," he declared, sealing his hips to her ass. He grinded against her cervix powerfully. Weiss choked. "I love you so much, baby. I'll never fuck another girl. I'll only fuck your pussy, I promise. Your tight little pussy."

When her climax subsided, he pulled out slowly, her pussy not wanting to let him go. His cock pulsed angrily, red raw and slick with her wetness as it bobbed between them, far from satisfied. Weiss would have fallen without his help, his arms cradling her body as she twitched in the aftershocks of her wonderful orgasm.

Emotion swelled in her breast, fit to burst – but they weren't done. Not yet.

"You need to cum in me," she ordered shakily, turning to face him. His dick was red hot against her belly. "We aren't stopping until you do."

He wouldn't be hers until he did.

So they didn't, Jaune taking her to ground and pounding her into the dirt in a full mating press. Weiss howled and clawed at his back as he fucked her until she couldn't breathe, her pelvis rocked by his bone shaking thrusts. Jaune groaned into her mouth as they kissed wildly, loving the way her insides tugged at his glans. He pummeled her cervix, feet digging in as he attempted to go even deeper inside.

"Uhhgn~! Ahhnn~! Mmmmuhha~!"

Her legs dangled uselessly in the air, feet arching and toes spreading as he poked her just right. Her body convulsed in orgasm once again, furiously milking his shaft and this time, it delivered. Jaune moaned into her mouth as his cock jerked inside her twisting pussy, spitting his fat hot load into her womb in heavy gushing shots. Weiss shivered as his burning hot semen flooded into her, almost passing out from the sensation of being filled to the brim.

He was breeding her. She was being bred like a common bitch. He had fucked her in the dirt like some disgusting animal. Euphoria settled through her body, smooth legs wrapping around his hips and locking at the ankle to keep his pumping balls on task. He jerked against her with every thudding shot.

When he was finally done doing his best to impregnate her, they both basked in the afterglow of their love making. Skin slick with sweat, Weiss mewled as his hard chest glided against her sensitive tits.

It was done.

When he pulled away slightly to look down at her, she knew she was a mess. She didn't care. He had fucked her so good, so raw. He had dumped his thick load inside her. If she didn't do anything about it, she knew she would get pregnant. There was no way his sperm wouldn't find their way to her fertile egg. She wouldn't let that happen, though – not yet. She wasn't ready for a baby.

He belonged to her now. That cute smile, those wonderful eyes, that fit, godly physique and that amazingly thick, long, curved cock. It was all hers. And she wouldn't let anyone take him away from her. No matter what.

Maybe she wouldn't do anything about it, after all. Maybe they could be parents after all.

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