RWBY does not belong to me, but to Rooster Teeth.
R.I.P After-Hours
Chapter 8 – Private Show
Coco let out a heavy sigh as she finally, after a long day at work, switched on the `Closed´ sign for her family's fashion boutique chain – The Chic Touch – once she had seen the last of the employees off for the day. She had spent a lot of time in this store in particular growing up, lending a helping hand when she wasn't busy studying or training and, while she had been forced to help less and less frequent do to her job within R.I.P., Coco would always try to be there for her family. With her mother home sick, her father away on a business trip in Atlas, and her siblings either taking care of said mother or off doing their own thing, Coco was the only one available – as well as the one most fitting – to run the Vale boutique in their absence.
In all honesty, Coco would've loved to work fulltime if it wasn't for her calling as an agent where she could look good and kick ass!
Speaking of looking good; Coco had opted for a dark-brown business pantsuit with a black shirt, black belt, and white tie. It was a slightly snug fit, but it did the trick. You had to look your best regardless of the situation!
Scroll in hand, she double-checked next week's schedule as the entrance bell chimed behind her back.
Coco rolled her eyes. "Sorry, but we're closed," she stated without looking up and waved her hand dismissively. "Come back tomorrow."
"Aww, but I don't want to wait that long," someone familiar sing-sang back. Coco immediately spun around and involuntarily smiled as the beautiful, bunny-eared woman was already within arm's reach. "Hi, Coco."
"Bun-Bun!" Coco pulled Velvet – dressed in a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a thin grey jacket – into a tender, but firm hug. Her muscles relaxed from the warmth that seeped over to her and she breathed in the Faunus' scent. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you right now."
Velvet nuzzled into her. "One of those days I take it?"
"You have no idea. I had to help an intern throughout the day. They're a good kid, but they wanted help with almost everything, I barely had time to get any work done myself." She placed a kiss over the pal column of Velvet's neck. "Mm…New perfume?"
"I wanted that extra touch for tonight and I couldn't wait to show it off," Velvet sultrily uttered, her tone startling Coco. "I bought some new clothes and I really want to show them off."
A shiver zipped along Coco's spine. A bolt of heat and blood immediately settled in the apex between her legs, and the suit suddenly felt a size too small. "Oooh…You want to use the runway huh? Give me a private fashion show?"
The sheer smoulder in hazel eyes that met her gaze – and the immediate effect it had on her – was all the answer she needed. Velvet kissed her with shameless passion that nearly threw Coco off, but she pushed her tongue to meet the Faunus' for dominance. Velvet was certainly feeling it tonight as she won out, and broke the kiss with a sharp nip at her team-leader's lip. "I'd love to. Give me a minute."
Coco fought the urge to simply follow Velvet to the changing room, but then again she loved to watch the Faunus leave. When she was out of sight, Coco went to lock the door before she hurried over to the runway.
x.x.x
The catwalk was situated in a spacious, sterile room meant to house a hundred people. Save for the numerous ellipsoidal spotlights focused on the runway the room was pitch-dark.
At the very end of the stage right in the middle sat Coco, comfortable in her wine-red lounge-chair, and waited with baited breath. Her cock throbbed in anticipation already. The beret and glasses had been meticulously placed on a nearby small table next to a tall, pristine glass of clear cold water to slake the inevitable thirst she was about to suffer.
She had taken the liberty to play music in the background – some `low-fidelity´ music – while she waited. The anticipation was killing her; it wasn't the first time Velvet had done something like this (although it usually took place back home in their bedroom) and Coco couldn't wait to see what the Faunus would wear this time.
Soon enough, after what had felt much longer than it was she heard the tapping footsteps. The Faunus' silhouette appeared behind the sliding doors. She scrutinized her profile, albeit in vain, to discern what her girlfriend was wearing despite that the wait was practically over.
The doors slid open and Velvet stepped out onto the stage with the slow, hip-swaying, practiced gait of a veteran model right out of the gate; not one step out of place. Her hair was donned up in a messy bun with her face beautifully framed by semi-curly locks, and Coco's heart skipped a happy beat.
Velvet strode done the aisle with confidence. She reached the end of the stage and smiled before showing off her outfit's profile and then its back.
"Oh? Your old Huntress outfit huh? Not what I expected if I'm being honest, Velvet." Coco eyed her up and down appreciatively nonetheless with thinly-veiled wanton. "It still looks good on you though."
"Thanks! It's slightly modified for now, but I'm thinking of changing it up soon. Get a new look you know?" She twirled. "I got some more clothes to show you though."
"Can't wait." Coco bit her lip as she watched Velvet leave the stage, eyes fixed on that shapely apple-bottom butt the whole way until the Faunus once again disappeared from view.
Waiting around like this wasn't her strong point, but it would be undeniably worth it. Coco ran through possible outfits Velvet could want to show her, each one more promising (read: salacious) than the last.
The wait wasn't long for the doors slid back open again, catching Coco's attention. The Faunus' hairstyle was now in the form of a ponytail. Velvet's attire wasn't vibrant, Coco noticed, but she could immediately spot the high-quality fabric. The black attire featured multiple pockets, straps, locks, clasps, and showed only a little skin, but more importantly-
"Damn, Bun-Bun, that looks GREAT on you," Coco told her. "I never imagined you'd rock techwear this well!"
And it was no exaggeration either: the rope crop-top suited the Faunus to a t and the adjustable cargo-pants went well with the top. Velvet was pulling off the outfit flawlessly and Coco made a mental note to ask her to wear this more often.
Velvet giggled. "Thank you! To be honest I was kinda unsure about it, but then I tried it on and it just clicked you know?"
"I can see that. Turn around for me?" She motioned with her finger and smirked as she was greeted by Velvet's backside. "Unf. Yeah that's the ticket."
"If you enjoy that just wait until you see what I have next." Her sultry tone had Coco on the verge of jumping her right then and there and the Faunus knew it. She unhurriedly walked backstage, fully aware that her girlfriend was undressing her with her eyes.
It wouldn't be long until Coco was physically stripping her down.
Coco fanned herself and unbuckled her belt. The heat and the tight confines hugging her length were getting to her, but she would obediently wait and not cut Velvet's fashion show short.
…Even though she really found it difficult to suppress the urge. Just what was Velvet going to show her next she wondered; some kind of dress perhaps or maybe sportswear?
The wait become excruciating. She tapped her heel rapidly, cheeks flushed. She grabbed her tall glass of water and gulped most of it down, the chill liquid refreshing her body and (temporarily) cooling Coco down. But it wasn't enough.
Anticipation had her heart racing and soon enough the heat was back. Coco unzipped her pants and a brief moment of relief washed over her. Her cock pulsated, less confined.
The doors suddenly opened and Coco swore her heart would burst out of her chest, and her eyes fall out of their sockets. Velvet slowly made her way back down the runway garbed not in sportswear or a dress, but what at first looked like a two-piece swimsuit; the dark blue fabric covered preciously little, but upon closer inspection there was a thin see-through material connecting the fabric over Velvet's toned abdomen-
"Bun-Bun…" Coco wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "What on Remnant are you wearing?"
"It's a new type of swimsuit! It's not out on the market just yet, but I managed to snag one. I figured you'd appreciate it," she explained and twirled around, showing off her backside with a grin. "Well?"
`Appreciating´ it was an understatement. Coco was fixated on the way the fabric hugged the innermost curves of the Faunus' ass, more blood rushing southwards. She rapidly fanned herself, but there was no staving off the wanton heat that engulfed her.
"I see you really like my collection so far." She glanced up at Velvet who smirked down at her – specifically her unbuttoned, zipped down pants – over her shoulder. "…You're going to love what I saved for last."
"Change. Now." Coco's shaft throbbed. "But walk slowly."
Velvet merely chuckled. There was a subtle, deliberate emphasis to her hips as she exited the runway and Coco almost hated to see her go, but as much as her lust was surging she wouldn't ruin the fun when the show was just one outfit away from being over.
But the heat was merciless. She got rid of the tie and the top of her pantsuit and for a split-second considered the idea of freeing her cock right then and there, give Velvet a show of her own. It was a rousing idea…
"Fuck it." She wiped her brow and effortlessly eased her shaft out of the hole in the front of her underwear. Her cock stood tall, pulsating.
Coco sighed, a lengthy sound of relief, and made herself further comfortable as she waited. Arched back, legs spread and with her elbows resting on the spine of the lounge chair, Coco kept her gaze honed in on the doors at the other end of the runway with bated breath.
Her patience was once again rewarded when Velvet returned, but her heart nearly jumped out of her throat and her shaft couldn't possibly be further engorged than it was. Velvet strode towards her, hand on hip, with a gait unlike any other.
The outfit was a lingerie set in black and white: the underwear that framed that lithe body was black and the frills and accents were white. In addition to this Velvet had gone with semi-transparent black stockings, a white choker-&-tie combo, and white frilly cuffs. The black brassiere hugged C+ cup like a second skin and the panties-
Coco salivated. The panties were crotchless, and Velvet's clean-shaven sex was completely bared. Her pussy was slick with arousal and it had trickled down her inner thighs.
It wasn't until Velvet finally stood before Coco at the end of the runway that the latter properly locked eyes with her; the Faunus' eyes were smouldering with desire and fair cheeks were flushed crimson with heat. "This came with a fake pair of bunny ears, but…" Velvet wiggled hers for emphasis. "That seemed redundant don't you agree?"
Coco swallowed hard. She drank in the sight before her, studied every detail, and committed the view firmly to memory.
"I see that you made yourself comfortable," Velvet stated with a smoky utterance as she kneeled down. Her legs were splayed just enough for Coco to catch a decent view of her labia and clit, and her mouth went dryer than Vacuo in the summer. "And so I can really tell you love what you're seeing."
"Are there any more outfits that I should know about?" Coco asked her.
"I told you," Velvet began with a charming smile. "This is the last one."
"Then come here." She got up from the lounge chair and scooped the Faunus up in her arms. Velvet held on as Coco then stumbled back onto the furniture and ended up straddling her lap, with the latter's shaft snugly standing at attention behind her rear. "I can't wait anymore, Bun-Bun."
Velvet inched closer, her lips ghosting over Coco's. "Good. The outfits did their job then."
"Vixen."
The Faunus softly giggled, but the corners of her lips curled near predatorily and she claimed Coco's lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
It was the last drop. Eager, deft hands soon roamed over slender bodies, mapping out nooks and getting rid of clothes unhurriedly. The black brassiere was the first to go as Coco effortlessly unbuttoned its front so Velvet could shimmy out of it, revealing perky, malleable breasts, and the fashionista wasted little time to admire them with thorough kneading. Their tongues danced together, vying for dominance passionately, as Coco cupped soft mounds and Velvet tugged the hem of her shirt up.
They begrudgingly broke the kiss. Velvet pulled the black shirt up and nearly ripped it in her eager haste, and threw it to the side. Her lust mounting, she dived straight into the valley between Coco's breasts with a guttural sound, nuzzling the cleft and palming the fashionista's bosom over the black plunge bra, drawing out sweet sounds from her.
"Velv-" Coco arched back with a low moan, her hands settling over the Faunus' hips. "I need you…"
Chuckling, Velvet began unfasten her bra, freeing the fashionista's bosom. She found purchase in cupping them and nuzzling the valley between them. "Can't blame a girl for taking her time and enjoying the moment, can you?"
"I suppose not, but you got me really riled up," Coco told her and caressed the full curve of the Faunus' derriere. Her lips curled and she smirked. "I want you."
"I can certainly feel that." She wiggled her butt against the shaft before promptly getting up and onto the runway, her back to Coco, on all fours. "Then go right ahead."
The "cinna-buns" apple bottom butt was at the right height as Coco sat up straight; the underwear perfectly hugged it and the frilly outline for the windows that didn't cover the essentials even more so. Coco salivated, the glistening arousal that greeted her making her blood rush. The small triangle of curls was damp from the Faunus excitement and Coco's own was fuelled with a bolt of heat. She cupped Velvet's backside and traced the supple curves, and slapped them gently for good measure which earned her a soft gasp.
Index and middle fingers slipped underneath the fabric as she squeezed, making Velvet wiggle in anticipation, before Coco leaned in and lapped a hot path along Velvet's labia. The scent and taste are as exhilarating as always! Coco's attention (i.e. tongue) shifted to the sensitive bundle of nerves, and the Faunus bodily shuddered in response. When the fashionista shifted Velvet's hood in her hot pursuit, and thrusted her tongue past the flushed labia lips, she was rewarded with a long, throaty litany of approval. Her musky aroma filled Coco's nostrils and Velvet's arousal had the fashionista's jaw slick.
"Coco…!" Velvet shrilly uttered. Her toes curled as she reached her high, trembling mightily as she did, as her voice echoed loudly over the room. "COCO!"
Relentless, the fashionista – face buried against Velvet's sex – did not yield and selflessly prolonged her Bun-Bun's pleasure until the Faunus collapsed face first, wallowing in her bliss. Coco leaned back and enjoyed the sight of her handiwork; Velvet's excitement trickled down over the edge of the runway and the Faunus herself was quivering in her afterglow.
"You…" She took a moment to catch her breath. "Never fail to amaze me." Velvet eventually pushed herself up and sat by the edge. Her flushed face and the desire still burning in her eyes had Coco's heart in a chokehold. She slid off the runway and slowly dropped to her knees before the fashionista while she looked her right in the eyes, and wetted her lips.
Coco ran a hand through her hair, her throat somehow even dryer than before as Velvet closed in around her cock. Just her gentle breath had Coco on edge. Supple, wetted lips parted and her tongue, slick with saliva, slowly coiled out—
Velvet flicked that flexible muscle against the glans and Coco threw her head back. She dug her fingers into the cushion of the lounge chair, knuckles strained white, when Velvet repeated the motioned a few more times before swirling her tongue soothingly around the sensitive head. Before the fashionista could groan a desire for more her cock was enveloped in wet heat…followed soon after by suction.
The Faunus bobbed her head slowly. Each time she dipped her head lower and more of Coco' shaft slipped inside her mouth to the latter's pleasure, and applied slippery suction. Velvet's free hand idly massaged the firm sack beneath, cupping it tenderly for added stimulation while she listened with great pride to the string of gasps and moans she forced out of the fashionista.
The wet heat and the soft tongue curling around her cock sent a wave of bliss along Coco's spine. It was as if she was melting into hot, pliant goo with each swirl of Velvet's tongue and had the situation been different – if they had been at home and it was morning – she would gladly let the Faunus continue her oral ministrations until she blew her load, but now was not the time to be a mere passenger on this ride!
"Velv—" She hissed and threw her head back as Velvet deepthroated her shaft. The little minx had a talent for this and she knew it – knew how to stimulate the glans, to jerk the length that wasn't inside her mouth, and always peppered her shaft with light kisses from tip to base afterwards. "Velvet, please, I need…I need to move!"
The rabbit-eared woman chuckled at her as soon as she gave the shaft one last flick of her tongue, and looked up at Coco. Her expression was mirthful, a mischievous look in her eyes, and for a moment the fashionista was convinced she was going to ignore her pleas.
Velvet smiled and straightened. Her body was athletically flawless with just the right curves Coco admired in a woman. She was a beautiful, gorgeous, and strong woman whom Coco trusted her life with.
She stepped back and promptly sat down over the edge of the runway, legs spread invitingly and with smouldering bedroom eyes. "Come on then…"
In one lust-fuelled leap, Coco was crossed the gap between them and caught Velvet's lips in a passionate kiss. Her hands were on Velvet's hips and squeezed, her own desperately bucking slightly until the Faunus had to help guide her engorged shaft inside—
A shudder ran through them both as the slick glans pushed against slicker labia. Coco throbbed and Velvet quivered. Blood rushed like rapid torrents and the heat was rising.
They broke the kiss, their lips barely millimetres apart. Their eyes – pupils dilated and smouldering with raw want – exchanged wordless desires and in a heartbeat they kissed again.
Coco moved forward, sheathing herself fully down to the base of her cock in one effortless motion! Velvet gasped into her, her inner walls squeezing down on the impressive length, and shivered. It filled her, stretched against inner muscles, and reached spots deep inside that had the Faunus leg kicking.
And then Coco began to move; she pulled back far enough before roughly slamming her hips back against Velvet and drove her cock balls-deep back inside with gusto. Velvet held onto the edge and cried out into the kiss as the fashionista swallowed her sounds.
Her pace picked up speed slowly but surely, steadily creating a cacophony of their coitus that bounced off the walls of the room, and joined by the muffled moans of the Faunus. She moved faster, pleasure settling and wounding tighter between her loins as the minutes ticked away, burnt away by the heat of their bodies and the fervent thrusting.
Their tongues danced, though not for dominance. There was no `top or bottom´ as some people would put it, just two lovers seeking carnal pleasure in an equal measure of give-and-take.
Coco pounded harder, focusing on the strength behind her hips as she steadied herself. Her shaft pulsated with ecstasy, a ripple along the length and up through her body, and she thrusted faster—
Velvet broke the kiss as she threw her head back with a strangled moan, ears twitching and pussy quivering as she broke out in ecstasy. "Brothers, Coco!"
Concern gripped her heart. "Are you okay?! Did I—"
She was suddenly pushed back with enough force that her calves hit the lounge chair and she fell back onto her seat. A whine left her throat as her cock was denied wet heat, but the Faunus was back on her in an instant.
Velvet spun, shaking her ass a little, and promptly took her seat over Coco's manhood with a satisfied sigh. She shuddered. Her hips began to rock and gyrate, and soon she was bouncing over Coco's lap and creating sweet friction.
The fashionista gripped supple hips and held on as the Faunus worked them like engine-piston; Velvet had practically fallen forward and braced her palms against the floor whilst she rode Coco with gusto!
Coco bit the inside of her cheek to ground herself, but the sweltering euphoria was overwhelming. It spread from synapse to synapse within milliseconds, a bolt of impossible heat that grew hotter and threatened to unravel with each swift movement of Velvet's hips. Inner walls clamped down mightily over the rigid flesh as Velvet trembled again, but her orgasm didn't break her tempo.
She pushed herself up, arms shaking. When she reached for the runway Coco did her best to help drag the lounge chair closer – a task made almost impossible by the fact that neither could nor wanted to stop what they were doing – until the Faunus was resting on her elbows. She gyrated her hips, pushed her ass against Coco, and rode her.
With a throaty moan, Coco could only hold on to Velvet's hips as the hot pleasure took over. She wanted to move so badly, but apparently not as badly as Velvet, and the euphoria was now so overwhelming that Coco couldn't move her hips even if the Faunus were to allow it! Her hands roamed over Velvet's bouncing ass, cupping and squeezing as much as she could over and under the fabric.
The Faunus squeezed down, hard, and cried out a litany that echoed loudly over the room, and Coco lost it; she aided Velvet's backside and pulled her down over her shaft until the bolt of heat and pleasure finally snapped.
The ecstasy was like a tempest! Coco nearly rose from her seat, finally moving, and hammered her cock into Velvet's tightening sex as she reached her own high and ejaculated long ropes into wet, velvety depths until every muscle in her body went taut.
Over a solid minute the pair had gone from high octaves to ragged panting as they rode out their orgasms. Velvet was milking Coco – both figuratively and literally – for as much pleasure as possible before the high faded and the fashionista could only half-sit, half-stand in place while her shaft throbbed and leaked.
But something had to give, and it was Coco who slumped into her seat before Velvet joined her, and cuddled up against her lover. They were a pliant heap of tangled limbs and sweat, but neither minded the results of their coitus.
"You know," Velvet began, breaking the silence in-between her breathing. "I should do this more often. I've seen some really cute outfits that's really popular in Mistral.."
"Bun-Bun, as happy as that makes me, you are going to be the death of me if this is going to be a regular occurrence—"
"There were some sexy, ass-less dresses as well."
"-so of course you should bring those over as soon as possible," Coco said with a chuckle. She looked around, specifically at the floor. "…We should really clean this up right away."
x.x.x
"It's good to be home!" Velvet exclaimed as she stumbled into their apartment and caught herself against the wall. "Wow, Coco. I still can't quite feel my legs."
"Glad to hear it." She slapped her girlfriend's ass as she walked by. "Though I'm pretty sore myself…"
Velvet grinned back at her. "You say that, but you weren't opposed to the idea of another round on the train over here."
"We've been together for so long so I'm surprised you haven't realized it yet, but you have that effect on me," Coco told her. She rounded on the Faunus and pulled her into a soft kiss. "Amongst other things."
"I know all too well." Velvet stole a quick kiss. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?"
"As tempting as that is, I'll cook us dinner instead. I was thinking of making that pasta dish with the carrot sauce that you love so much."
The way her hazel eyes beamed at the mention as long rabbit ears immediately perked up could heal any soul if Coco had a say in it. "Yes! Oh my god, thank you Coco!"
They exchanged a brief kiss – any longer than a moment and Coco would definitely change her mind – before Velvet disappeared towards the bathroom. "I'll get you some clothes, okay Bun-Bun?"
"Thank you Cocoooo!" The door closed shortly after.
Coco's lips curved. After a quick change – this time into a pair of high-waist wide ankle pants and a loose crop top – and after she brought a set of fresh clothes to Velvet (a pair of yoga dress pants, underwear, and a simple white t-shirt) she went to the kitchen and worked her magic for the woman she loved the most.
The candle-lit dinner with wine was held outside on their balcony, with a gorgeous view over the city of Mountain Glenn.