Chapter 3
Tag(s): Oral, groping.
Girl(s): Pyrrha.
Words: 10,335
"Jaune," Pyrrha's tone cut him like a knife, sharp and pointed.
Stone-faced, he didn't dare give in, meeting his wife's ironclad stare with his own. Unable to trust his voice, he resorted to a simple shake of his head. 'no.'
"Jaune," Pyrrha repeated, lilting his name upwards.
The innocent effect should have been cute. Or adorable, really. Especially with the added tilt of her head. Still, Jaune struggled to resist. Shaking his head with greater fervor. 'I won't do it! You can't make me.'
"Jaaaune," Pyrrha said his name one last time, caressing the five simple letters on a whisper that threatened to fall short of his twitching ears, boiled pink from the blush consuming his rigid features.
"Pyrrha," he finally answered, sounding pained beyond reason. "Please," he begged. But his cry for mercy went unheard once Pyrrha answered with a smile. Small and coy and utterly unforgiving. The next words from her mouth were anything but empathetic, openly mirthful towards his hesitation.
"Your wife is hungry, Jaune," the red-haired wife cooed, "aren't you going to feed her?" And realizing there was no hope of escape, the light from Jaune's eyes physically faded as resignation set in. Without another word, he forced the spoon in his hand from the yogurt container, delivering a fresh helping of strawberry flavored goodness directly into Pyrrha's waiting lips. A hum of satisfaction vibrated through the metal moments after.
"Wow," A new voice hedged. This one tinged with utter delight at the spectacle in front of them. Yang Xiao-Long watched on with obvious bemusement, lips spread wide across her face with both palms pressed beneath her chin. Her violet eyes switched between the two, observing the newlywed pair as if they were some romantic soap on the television.
"Yang!" Ruby hissed, seated to her right. But the damage had already been done. Jaune's cheeks managed to brighten several degrees at the input, forcing him to jerk the spoon from his wife's mouth. But Pyrrha didn't appear to care about their audience in the least, responding with a delighted giggle before filling her spoon with a healthy portion of THEIR lunch.
Jaune didn't bother to fight it anymore, drowning in shame as his new friends and teammates watched the woman feed him like a newborn. His only solace for his embarrassment was the expression of utter delight his complacency had earned from his wife. And upon seeing her dazzling smile, when it was his turn to feed her again, the young man swallowed his pride to provide her with another mouthful.
"I think it's cute!" Yang defended herself, never once looking away from the scene. It was a rare display of femininity from the self-proclaimed brawler.
"That doesn't mean you can watch them!" Ruby argued, pulling on her sister's arm. Funnily enough, her pale complexion was the only one red enough to rival Jaune's.
"It does if they're gonna do it right in front of us," Yang snorted. "Besides, how often are you going to get a chance to see actual newlyweds sitting right in front of you? They're just so…affectionate." Yang's nose wrinkled at the word as if it was some impossible concept. She sighed a moment later, drawing the right side of her lips into a grimace. "It's almost enough to make a girl want to look for her own Mr. Right."
"I didn't take you for the romantic type," Blake drawled at her partner's side.
"Meh, guys our age kind of suck." Yang shrugged, earning a disappointing round of agreement from most of the females at their table. "It's hard to care about that kind of thing when this is what you have to look forward to." Her hand gestured flippantly to the rest of the cafeteria.
The table turned as one to see scattered groups of male students offering a plethora of examples of their maturity, including disruptive play fighting, open-mouthed chewing, what appeared to be a belching contest, and an obvious display of sexist catcalling toward a young woman who made the mistake of walking too close to a table. Suffice to say, the scene didn't paint the best picture of their gender, and every girl turned back to their table slightly less heterosexual for the experience.
"See?" Yang snorted, less than impressed with Beacon's dating pool. "But I mean, if Pyrrha managed to find a decent guy, there's got to be some hope, right?"
It was Jaune's turn to look up at that, nearly spitting out the last mouthful of yogurt in his shock. To his further surprise, he found a few of the women at the table staring at him with a kind of envy and attention that forced Pyrrha's hand to settle around his. And when he looked over, he saw the redhead sitting a bit straighter beside him, pride beaming out from her wide grin.
"Well, good luck ladies," Pyrrha preened. The next thing Jaune knew, his wife had captured one of his arms and held it against her chest. Her head came to rest possessively against his shoulder. "This one's all mine." And wouldn't you know, Yang actually looked enviously between the pair.
'Oh, hold the hell up!' Jaune's expression took on an incredulous edge. 'I start getting attention from women, and it's because I'm married? How the heck does that work!?' Thankfully, the soft sensation of Pyrrha's hair against his cheek and the softer feeling of her breasts against his arm helped soothe some of the injustice.
The rest of the tables "awed" at the display, much to Jaune's continued conflict. Their relationship was something of a popular topic even as the six teenagers grew used to the overly affectionate pair. Only one young woman appeared immune to their display, and openly rolled her cool blue eyes at the frankly irresponsible duo.
"Personally, I could do with a little less affection," Weiss quipped, scooping her own food into her own mouth like a civilized person. "Particularly at night when certain people are trying to sleep." And just like that the table's mood shifted from endearing to awkward.
Yang's tanned complexion darkened beneath the newfound heat cooking beneath her cheeks. Ruby was in much the same condition despite her older sister's best attempts at distracting her those first few nights. And Pyrrha was worse than all three, sucking in a sharp breath as her pale skin beamed. Ever so subtly, she managed to untangle herself from her husband, putting as much distance between them as a bench allowed. As if that made any difference.
Jaune managed to retain his composure, taking that exact moment to enjoy a long drink of his water. You'll have to excuse the young man for not being terribly upset that his abilities to satisfy his wife weren't exactly a secret.
That first night…hadn't been a freak occurrence. Pyrrha did tend to be vocal in her pleasure. Over the last week, the pair had been allowed ample opportunity to explore and learn about each other's bodies, which meant pleasing each other had only gotten easier. And Pyrrha's exclamations had grown louder.
To her embarrassment, of course. Pyrrha tried to stifle herself. It's just that Jaune had found he rather enjoyed hearing his wife cry out his name and he may have been abusing his little trick to make sure she couldn't help it. And if the consequence of that meant that everyone on their floor knew Jaune Arc could satisfy his wife multiple times a night, well, that was a sacrifice he was willing to make…
"Honestly," Weiss continued, "some initial enthusiasm I tried to understand, but it's been two weeks and I'm horrifyingly confident that you two haven't missed a night! It's called restraint, have you heard of it?"
"No, it's called a honeymoon, Ice Queen." Yang once again jumped to the couple's defense. "I know it must feel like a strange concept to you, but this is what love looks like." And then, under her breath, Yang muttered, "have you heard of it?"
She hadn't meant for Weiss to hear. But then, she hadn't not meant it either. So it was no surprise the slight managed to reach across the table. Weiss reacted like anyone could expect, her small frame puffing up and her lips pressing into a tight line.
"Love? Please!" she bristled, jabbing a finger towards the pair of lovebirds. "Need I remind you that they are seventeen, for goodness' sake. The rest of you might think that's adorable or romantic but all I see is a decision they'll no doubt come to regret eventually. How can anyone know someone well enough to decide they want to spend the rest of their life together when most people our age can't choose between scroll plans?"
The table fell exceptionally silent after that, split between staring at Weiss with exasperation and glancing towards Jaune and Pyrrha, fearing offense. Thankfully, neither appeared particularly bothered.
Jaune knew that Weiss was one hundred percent right, after all. Heck, she'd echoed most of what he'd tried telling Pyrrha before she…convinced him to give it a go. If these were normal circumstances, he'd be sitting right next to her nodding along.
And Pyrrha? Well, Pyrrha didn't care what other people thought of her relationship. She had Jaune and Jaune had her and as long as they were happy, who cared about the rest of the world?
A moment passed before the table shared a collective sigh, relieved to see the pair unaffected.
"Yang?" Blake prompted, resting a tired expression beside her lunch tray, "I'd like to apologize." The blonde merely raised an eyebrow. "When I said you didn't strike me as the romantic type? Compared to Wiess, you might as well be the next Casanova…"
And just like that, smiles and laughter returned as everyone shared an amused look.
"Excuse me!" Weiss squawked, only to be ignored.
"Eh, thanks but that's not saying much," Yang shrugged. "Compared to Weiss, a snowman could be romantic."
"Oh, you both be quiet!" Wiess huffed, stubbornly ignoring the sound of laughter at her expense. "I'm not saying they shouldn't have gotten married, okay? If they want to ruin their lives, that's their decision. I'm just asking that they don't make it my problem by interrupting my sleep every night. I can't imagine what it's like for your poor teammates."
Thrust into the spotlight, Ren and Nora stared back at the many pairs of eyes suddenly regarding them with no small amount of pity. With his fork halfway extended towards his mouth, the pink-eyed young man slowly lowered the utensil toward his tray before responding in his typical monotone.
"We already told them that it's not our place to dictate what they can and can't do together as husband and wife." The words mirrored that which he'd told Jaune that first night, and it appeared as though half a month of late, late nights hadn't crushed that passivity just yet.
As if the table couldn't quite believe him, Nora piped up a moment later. Eyes bright and smile wide as she added, "besides, Jaune and Pyrrha are the best teammates ever! Even if me and Rennie did need to buy industrial ear plugs. They took us to brunch the last two weekends, and they always say they'll pay! No matter how many pancakes I order."
Jaune winced at the reminder, recalling how that first morning after initiation had gone. Nora was on another level when it came to putting away breakfast foods. How such a small girl could consume so much seemed to defy the laws of conservation, and yet he'd watched her chomp down three separate stacks before she'd started to slow down. And that was just so she could inhale a plate of ketchup drowned hashbrowns unfortunate enough to be within reach.
Between that and the three other meals they'd ordered, Jaune had been dreading the check like most people would fear the reaper. He must have "discreetly" checked his wallet seven times to make sure he had enough to cover them. But when the bell tolled, Pyrrha had been the one to lay her card on the table before Jaune could so much as glance at the dreaded number.
He'd almost refused. That idiotic male pride bucked at the idea of his wife paying for the meal he'd promised his team. It wasn't until afterward that he'd had the chance to learn that on top of being incredibly beautiful and a skilled huntress, Pyrrha was also quite well off.
From the way she explained it, she'd collected quite the nest egg over the years from tournament winnings and sponsorship deals. Even after paying through her tuition for Beacon, she still had more than she knew what to do with, which is why she'd been so happy for the chance to spend it on their teammates.
"Besides," she'd argued at the small guilt he'd displayed, "what's mine is yours, right? So don't think about it like I paid for our meal. We paid for it together, like it's supposed to be."
In the end, it had cemented what he'd already known. That Pyrrha was way out of his league. Except now instead of being super pretty and talented, she was pretty, talented, and rich. It should have made him feel worse and like he'd stolen something that didn't belong to him. But as more time went by and Pyrrha stayed by his side, Jaune was slowly adjusting to the idea of enjoying a partner for life.
They were getting to know each other like normal people. And the more Jaune had the chance to learn about Pyrrha the person, the less intimidating the idea became. Sure, she was apparently this super-strong huntress or whatever. But she was also a blanket hog, sappy to the point of nausea, and genuinely enjoyed whatever pet names they'd slowly started to call each other.
And he…? Yeah, he was learning to enjoy that stuff too. Even if it meant feeding each other in front of all their friends like idiots. And as for the things he still needed to get used to, well, he had time. All the time in the world.
"You know," Pyrrha hummed, "I know we have been a little active lately," her eyelashes fluttered with the flush of her cheeks. "How about we take another trip into the city this weekend? Would you two like that?"
Nora gasped audibly before latching onto Ren's arm and yanking him against her. "You know it!" she cheered. "How about you, Rennie? Ready for another brunch extravaganza?"
The pink-eyed boy failed to show quite the same level of excitement. "I think I'd rather take the chance to sleep in, if it's all the same" he shrugged his shoulders. "But you guys should take Nora and have a nice time." The undertone of "please," went unsaid. Unfortunately, Nora's previous joy seemingly evaporated as soon as she learned her partner wasn't going.
"Aw!" she whined, turning a pleading look towards Pyrrha. "Well, if Ren doesn't want to go, I don't want to…"
Rather than berate the overtly childish behavior, the tall huntress merely cooed at her teammate with tender empathy, placing a gentle hand against her back. The next thing Jaune knew, Pyrrha was staring at him, prompting him towards Ren with a purposeful stare and nod in the dark-haired teen's direction.
Jaune blankly stared back, unsure what exactly his wife expected him to do. But silence only earned him a pair of narrowed eyes demanding that he do something. Jerking his head left and then right, he cleared his throat before leaning to regard the young man with his best smile.
"Ah, Ren, buddy. Um, what if we stopped by the bookstore you were eyeballing last week after we eat? Doesn't that sound fun?" And it must have been good enough because Pyrrha's face slid back into a wide smile as all three of them turned towards their friend expectantly.
Ren met each of them with narrowed eyes, making it clear that he could see the obvious attempt at manipulation. And yet he didn't call them out on it, appearing conflicted. "Could…could I pick out a book?"
"Of course," Pyrrha answered in the same tone she'd used to soothe Nora, "Jaune and I would be happy to buy you a book. You deserve something to enjoy just as much."
Ren's expression deepened, a wrinkle furrowing between his eyebrows. His eyes jumped between the married couple before cautiously adding, "could I get two books?"
Pyrrha didn't answer right away. A hum passed her lips as she considered the request. She finally turned to look towards Jaune for his opinion, who nodded knowing that Pyrrha could certainly afford it.
"Okay," Pyrrha smiled at the young man, "two books. But only if you come with us to brunch and you promise to help Nora with her homework this weekend. She's having trouble with Oobleck's history class." To which Ren shyly nodded his head, looking embarrassed yet pleased at the same time.
"Ren?" Jaune prompted when the Mistralian boy failed to continue, "do you have anything to say?"
Ren refused to meet anyone's eyes, but still offered an awkward, "thank you…Pyrrha and Jaune."
Pyrrha reached across Nora to pat his knee affectionately. "We're just happy to see the two of you happy."
Nora answered with a beaming grin, seeing no issue with the situation at all. And Ren? Ren stole a secret smile pointed at his tray, appearing unusually cheerful for his reserved persona, nodding in deference to the de facto matriarch of their team.
Jaune was equally glad Pyrrha was happy again, which she showed with a lingering kiss against his cheek. He smiled at the affection, satisfied with how he'd solved the issue. It wasn't until he turned back towards his tray and caught a glimpse of each of team RWBY's eyes on them that he stopped to think that something might be wrong with their display.
His blue eyes flickered between the four sets of blank expressions, betraying none of his own unease with the situation. It wasn't like he wasn't aware that the dynamic between his teammates was a little twisted. However, as the four of them had started to get to know each other over the past few weeks, Pyrrha's naturally nurturing personality mixing with his stance as a team leader had somehow put them both in a position of parental authority over the other pair.
For Pyrrha's part, the redhead appeared all too happy to adopt the role of mother, given the chance to roleplay her dream with Jaune. And Jaune had simply followed her example, giving up control of the situation as he was steadily growing accustomed.
Thankfully the other half of team JNPR had responded far more favorably to the behavior than anyone could expect of them. Nora especially took an inordinate amount of excitement from getting spoiled by Pyrrha's tender affection and treats. While Ren seemed more resigned, playing along if only for the relief of having someone else be in charge of his childhood friend. But as time went on, it was starting to feel like he was getting more and more comfortable with the role, whether he recognized it or not.
It was almost as if the strange pair were uniquely comforted by the parental figures they'd lacked for so long. And if it made Pyrrha happy, Jaune didn't see the harm. Especially if these substitutes scratched that motherly itch a bit longer and saved him from putting a real baby in her any time soon.
"Okay, now I am jealous!" Yang was the first to break Team RWBY's uncertain silence, unsurprisingly. Her purple eyes turned from Pyrrha's hand on Jaune's to Nora cuddling up into the ginger's side and settled on the small grin hidden beneath Ren's downturned expression. "I want fake teammate parents too!"
Unfortunately, when the blonde turned to seek out her options, she found herself left with her little sister, Weiss, and…
"Blake!" The blonde cheered, scooting uncomfortably close to her partner. The fact that the brunette had visibly leaned away didn't dampen her beaming grin for a second. "Do you want to be my fake mom, pleeeease?"
"I want nothing to do with you." Blake couldn't be bothered to look up from her book to deliver the killing blow.
Yang took her indifference with her driest smirk, clearly unsurprised and yet amused all the same. "I know you're just being an ass, but that was pretty accurate. Soooooo, thanks partner~."
The blonde latched onto her ambivalent partner, drawing a look of torn resignation. The picture warranted a fresh wave of laughter across the table at the yellow-eyed girl's expense. Jaune laughed right along with them, internally marveling that anyone could look at his situation and feel any kind of envy.
That's when a gentle nudge drew his gaze to his right, finding his wife already staring at him, a coy grin pulling at the delightful pink of her soft lips. Jaune's eyebrow rose as his eyes momentarily flicked back to the table. Yang's distraction persisted drawing all of their friend's attention.
"What?" he laughed, doing his best to whisper.
Pyrrha didn't answer him. Rather, Jaune watched her eyes flick over his shoulder and then back to him, her smile widening ever so slightly. And when Jaune tracked her gaze, his other eyebrow joined its brother at his hairline when he spotted the door leading out of the cafeteria. This time, it was his turn to grin. Albeit awkwardly once he ducked his head to hide from their friends.
"Pyrrha!" he exclaimed in faux admonition. "We still have to get back to class." His wife looked anything but guilty, lowering the dark fans of her eyelashes until her bright green orbs screamed with flirtation. It was an expression Jaune was growing intimately familiar with, and he found his body reacting as surely as a dog salivating at the sound of a bell.
Suddenly his face was a lot less incredulous and a little more calculating as he checked his scroll to measure exactly how much time was left before classes. And while the situation was far from ideal, for some reason he felt like taking up gambling.
By the time his gaze fluttered back up towards an incited Pyrrha, the redhead was already grinning in triumph as if Jaune had ever needed that much convincing in the first place. Jaune certainly didn't feel coerced as he returned her smile prompting them both to stand up from the table without so much as a word. And by the time their friends stopped to think about where they'd gone, the pair were already dashing into the courtyard.
"Now what are they up to?" A genuinely exasperated Weiss bemoaned, managing to catch the pair before they dashed through the glass doorway.
Nora and Ren shot each other a bored stare, Ruby's face returned to its cerulean shade, and Blake pushed her face deeper into her novel, thus leaving Yang to answer. Balancing her chin on a fist, she shot the platinum blonde her driest smile before drawling, "I'll give you one guess."
Weiss' irritation vanished into disbelief, entertaining everyone as she looked from the table of knowing stares to the exit. "It's the middle of the day!"
"You were the one who complained about them keeping you up at night," Nora snarkily reminded her.
"This is a school! We are here to learn. Not…not frolic!" the smaller young woman all but spit the word.
Yang, maintaining a mask of neutrality, slowly lowered her face into her palms so that she could hide the snickers threatening to burst from her quivering shoulders. A snort sounded from behind her fingers, followed by the mystified tone, "she actually said frolic…"
"Combat with instructor Goodwitch is in thirty minutes," Weiss continued to seethe. "It's the first day of sparring. Does it sound like a good idea to…expend that much energy before they ever step into the ring?"
"Probably not," Blake admitted with a turn of her page. "But that might be a good thing." Everyone turned to look at her when she didn't elaborate. Everyone but Yang.
"I mean, she's not wrong," the blonde agreed. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not exactly jazzed about fighting The Pyrrha Nikos one-on-one. It would probably be doing a lot of us a favor if Jaune managed to, eh, wear her out a bit beforehand?"
Understanding dawned around the table. A few looked like they wanted to admonish the exploitative thinking, but none spoke up. That they called Pyrrha a friend didn't change the fact that none of them would have looked forward to getting pitted against the world-champion duelist.
Weiss, in particular, appeared far more mollified by the married couple's actions, stabbing into her salad with an eerie cheer and a smile ill-suited for her normally chilly exterior. And while her friends weren't as outwardly supportive, all six of them generally thought the same thing. That if they ended up sparing against Pyrrha, they hoped to see her walk down into the arena with a limp.
XxX
Pyrrha and Jaune continued rushing toward the dorm, oblivious to their friends' machinations. Anticipation warred with propriety, resulting in more and more bouts of spontaneous affection the closer they came to their destination. And by the time they cleared the entrance to their dorm, Pyrrha was almost out of breath from giggles, halfheartedly fending off sneaking fingers as Jaune chased behind her.
As soon as their dorm room appeared, Pyrrha didn't bother removing his hand from underneath her skirt. Releasing another joyous burst of laughter, they slammed the door behind them and obtained the privacy they so desperately sought.
Jaune hardly had a chance to manually twist the lock against her back before Pyrrha was in his arms and the sensation of her lips crashed against his own, as eager and warm as the woman herself. He moaned at the feeling and taste of strawberry lingering on his wife's tongue.
Pyrrha didn't waste any time now that she had her hands on him. Lips locked, the pair enjoyed a building tension for a few seconds before Jaune felt her hands roam over his shoulders. Squeezing and rubbing, her lips curled upward as she moved onto his arms, budding with newfound muscles she'd helped put there. The aggression was immediately welcomed, if not slightly surprising.
Not one to be left behind, Jaune took advantage of the pace and let his hands climb up from his wife's waist to cup the full curve of her breasts through the layers of her uniform. Which did wonderfully little to hide the soft texture resting in his palm. The familiarity of his actions did not go unnoticed, and suddenly the blond found his partner pressing herself that much harder against him. Close enough that he knew she could feel the physical proof of his excitement against her warm hip.
Granted, it wasn't the most difficult thing to achieve. Especially when he was seventeen years old, and Pyrrha was, well, Pyrrha. But Jaune knew his wife well enough to feel the pride that swelled in her chest at the proof of his attraction.
She loved how much he wanted her. She wasn't always the boldest about showing him how much she liked it, but that was changing as they became more familiar with sex and the trust it demanded.
She still flushed adorably every time she laid eyes on the male anatomy, but she no longer covered her face or giggled—most of the time. And the smile on her lips when she felt her husband slide inside her was second only to his own. Suffice to say, Pyrrha had developed a healthy appetite for her husband's attention and was only growing more comfortable with their time together.
That said, Jaune still grunted awkwardly when he felt a hand cup him through his pants. Her fingers caressed the knot of hard and throbbing flesh, making the confining fabric more so. A giggle broke what small self-control Jaune had been maintaining as he stole control of the situation. And just as quickly as she'd jumped on him and pinned him against the door, Pyrrha now found herself plucked off her feet via a pair of hands cupping her wide rear.
Her aroused gasp disappeared into Jaune's open mouth, and he marched deeper into the room. Each step ground his bulge against the soft space of Pyrrha's legs which had wrapped around his waist. With a burning sigh, the blond finally threw his precious wife onto their shared bed, watching her bounce against the springy mattress.
She smiled in answer, laid out in the bed like a goddess in her schoolgirl uniform. With her arms braced backward, thrusting her chest towards him, her full thighs itched against each other, inching the hem of her pleated skirt higher with every fidget. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and the pink hue surrounding her swollen grin begged him to join her.
At least, that's what he thought. But when he moved to claim his position above his wife, he found a pair of strong hands braced against his shoulder, stopping him from taking her lips once again. A large portion of his excitement plummeted despite the coy expression dancing across Pyrrha's green eyes.
"Ah, Pyrrha?" Jaune squeaked. He swallowed against the back of his throat before continuing, "Sweetheart? Light of my life? Look, I know I'm not the brightest guy around, but you did bring me up here for sex, right? Please say that you brought me here for sex."
The erection in his pants all but cried along with him, scraping against his zipper as if he wasn't in enough pain. Thankfully Pyrrha was anything but cruel, nor was he stupid enough to misread signals to that extent. That doesn't mean she didn't laugh at his pathetic tone. And it was pathetic.
"Jaune," she laughed. Her hands reached to cup his face, drawing it down to her for another kiss. She also pulled away as quickly, resulting in another groan of frustration. "We only have fifteen minutes before lunch is over, remember? As much as I would love to, I don't think I'll have much time to clean up if you insist on making a mess out of me."
Catching her wry stare, Jaune decided the wallpaper in Beacon dorms was really nice all of a sudden. It wasn't like it was worth trying to deny. As far as sex went, inside Pyrrha was the only place he wanted to cum. They'd tried pulling out once, and Jaune had immediately disliked the lack of intimacy it encouraged.
He liked cumming inside of his wife. Where it was warm, and she was surrounding him, and he felt her arms and legs wrap around him so tightly. And yes, he could also admit that some stupid caveman part of his brain was extremely turned on by the idea of filling his wife up. Thank The Brothers of Light and Darkness that she was protected, or else the blond had a feeling he would quickly understand exactly how his father had ended up with eight children.
Unfortunately, that also meant he understood Pyrrha had a point. He did tend to release quite a bit now that sex involved another person. More than any other guy, neither he nor Pyrrha could say. But it was enough that he'd heard Pyrrha grumbling more than once about the clean-up and the shower she suddenly needed every morning.
Personally, Jaune loved 'making a mess of her,' as Pyrrha had put it. Although he could agree that sending her to fight dripping into the sand pit was probably a bad idea…
"So, no sex," Jaune hung his head. Which was okay. He'd gone seventeen years without a woman touching his dick. He knew how to take care of this himself with time to spare.
Before he could extract himself to hunch over to the bathroom, Pyrrha's thumb stroked his cheekbone, drawing his gaze back to her playful grin. "I didn't say that~," she teased, pulling him back for another kiss. This one lingered, stoking his arousal to its previous height before she pulled her lips and tongue away. Jaune had to cough to see straight again.
"I am confused?" he admitted, hugging the line between despair and joy
"Just because we don't have enough time for that doesn't mean I can't still take care of my husband." Jaune filed himself firmly into the joy category watching his wife's face take on a sultry tone. Grinning eyes drew down into a lidded stare, making her coy smile all the more promising.
He didn't so much as bother trying to understand what that meant. Instead, he allowed Pyrrha to guide him off the bed until he stood at the foot. She remained seated, however, allowing that same expression to trail down his body until it met the front of his pants inches from her face.
'Oh!' Jaune thought dumbly, letting the implications of his wife's intentions wash over him in waves. 'Oooooooh.'
"W-Wait, really?" He practically jumped, feeling his previous disappointment blast away like it had been power washed. Fireworks popped behind a wide grin, which he did his best to hide. He didn't want to pressure her or anything. Even if he really, really wanted to at least try!
"Do you not want to?" Pyrrha's own smile dimmed a fraction as worry took its place. And Jaune had to resist the urge to grab her by the shoulders and shake the nonsense from her pretty head.
As it was, he managed to keep from yelling the "no!" that fought itself free. It still came out louder than he intended, forcing him to take a breath and calm down. "I mean, no. I think it could be, you know, fun? But only if you really want to! I know you said you weren't really thrilled by the idea?"
A part of him wanted to kick himself for mentioning her reluctance as if he was trying to talk her out of the glorious act. But the larger part that thought beyond his penis knew he'd hate making Pyrrha do anything she didn't want to try. She was slowly adapting to their sex life, shedding the shyness that kept her so reserved that first night. And he wanted to nurture that sense of exploration as much as possible.
"I," Pyrrha hesitated, looking down at her hands clasped in her lap, "I've been a little curious. I'll admit, the idea was never very appealing. But then I remember how good it feels when you do it for me, and I want you to enjoy that feeling too." She finally glanced up, green eyes staring through long dark lashes. And Jaune's heart struggled to survive the impact.
"Pyrrha," Jaune struggled with himself and what he knew was right. "You…You know I don't do that expecting anything back, right?" Even though he'd really, really like it! "Trust me, you make me feel amazing every night. You don't need to do anything special."
"It's not about returning the favor," she shook her head, the length of her dark red ponytail swishing behind her. "That's not how marriage works. I know that. I-I just…-."
When Pyrrha paused, a more familiar expression of embarrassment took hold. One that immediately drew her husband's attention and grin. Jaune stopped himself from teasing her, for once, and soothed her with a gentle hand against her hair. "You just…"
Pyrrha leaned into his touch, sighing contentedly before continuing, "I suppose I'd like to see myself open up a bit more," she admitted. "F-For my sake, and I mean that. I love it when we make love. I've never felt as close to someone than when I can feel you inside of me. But that doesn't mean I wasn't a little nervous that first night. And before that, when you…" her eyes shifted, "used your mouth, I thought my face would melt off my bones."
She had the confidence to chuckle at her own expense. Jaune contained himself to a muted grin. Personally, he loved his shy wife. And she was never as beautiful as when he made her blush. "You've, eh, gotten a little more enthusiastic about the idea."
Yep, that blush. That wonderful flush right there. Beautiful.
"Y-Yes, well," she smiled, despite herself. "That's a bit of what I've been trying to say. Everything sounds uncomfortable at first, but I can't imagine not enjoying it as long as I'm with you. And if it makes you happy, all the better."
She looked back up, placing a hand by his thigh. Her words were sweet enough to give anyone a cavity. In the next breath, Jaune watched the same gentle expression shift to something warmer. His breath caught in his throat, watching her hand move to cup him through his pants, coaxing the hardness within.
"Your wife is hungry, Jaune," she teased, flashing a brilliant row of teeth. The flush in her cheeks exposed how mortified she was by the words. Only Jaune's slack-jawed expressions let her finish, "Aren't you going to feed her?" And if he'd had any doubts before, Jaune threw them out the window along with his belt in his haste to expose himself to his wife's waiting grin.
Jaune made a silent vow then and there that the next time his wife asked him to feed her in front of their friend, he would do so happily. The next time, and every time so long as they both lived…
"There he is," Pyrrha cooed, giggling slightly when Jaune's fingers pulled his erect cock from his pants. The freedom was immediately welcome, though not nearly as much as his wife's hand wrapping around its base. While not the softest skin due to her training, she was warm. And he'd felt this texture enough times to associate her touch with pleasure.
Her hand pumped him several times, watching the flexible skin roll along the harder core. All her earlier teasing had left him slightly more excited than usual, and the pleasure to come had its own effect. The veins along his shaft were especially prominent, and his already impressive size seemed swollen beyond his normal shape.
Pyrrha noticed, shivering in her uniform. Seeing his excitement and feeling the strong heartbeat resound in her palm did special things to her heart. She'd already grown so used to the unique texture. The heat. Even the smell of her husband, to an extent. And so close to her face, that mix of soap and musk filled her lung with every breath leaving her slightly lightheaded from the excitement. It lingered on the back of her tongue, hinting towards the first burst of flavor as her lips parted and pressed against his tip in a shy kiss.
He jumped in her palm. His base was thick enough that her long fingers struggled to overlap as she angled him toward her mouth. She felt his heart pick up, and hers answered in turn until she could swear the muscle was crawling up her throat. Her accompanying sigh washed across the sensitive flesh, bathing him in her nervous energy.
Pyrrha laid another kiss against him as soon as the first ended. A little to the left and closer toward the mushroom ridge, she felt the spongy texture beneath her softer lips. Jaune's own breath thundered above, and she tried to tell herself that was a good thing. A third kiss landed, and then a fourth, each working its way from his tip towards her fingers next to the nest of blond hair above his manhood.
Only when she'd trailed a moist trail down his length did she gather her courage and allow her pursed lips to part. The pink shape of her tongue pushed through, meeting the swollen mass less than an inch from her face. And just as slowly as the path downward, the redheaded huntress took an agonizing path back towards the starting line, dragging the soft end of her tongue back upwards and filling her mouth with a distinctly salty taste. And when she traced the narrow slit at her husband's peek, a thick burst of flavor splashed against her tastebuds.
The next few minutes were spent finding her rhythm. Tilting him left and right, her head twisted to find a new angle and repeat the exploration along his underside. With time came confidence, and with confidence, speed. Both fueled her motions until her licks and kisses weren't quite so leisurely.
Jaune savored the effect as he stared down, watching his wife trace his cock like an ice cream cone and savoring the sensation of her small mouth. She'd only started, and he could already feel a pressure building beneath her fingers around his base. Although, in his defense, just the picture of his beautiful wife's face bobbing in his lap would have finished a lesser man.
"You're so beautiful." The words came out on their own, and Jaune blinked momentarily once he realized they had come from him. Seeing Pyrrha's features erupt, however, he couldn't find it in himself to take them back.
"Jaune," his wife wined halfheartedly, ducking her face from his view. "Don't look. That makes this so much more embarrassing." The blond didn't bother hiding his laugh, savoring the picture of Pyrrha's unwarranted shame.
"Of course I'm gonna look," he raised an eyebrow challengingly. "That's half the fun. How can you expect me to look away when you're so…." He didn't finish, letting the sentence drift between them.
Arousal stole his breath once he took a moment to drink the picture of his wife in. Sitting there in her blazer and skirt with her long red hair pulled back into a high ponytail, she looked every bit the polite, intelligent young woman that she was, which made the shape of his cock against her lips all the more naughty.
Truth be told, he'd always secretly enjoyed how his wife looked in her uniform. There was something decidedly sexy about being able to look at her in the middle of class or when she was doing homework, knowing exactly what her body looked like beneath her blazer and leggings. It made him feel like he was soiling her every time she drew him into their bed, taking this refined young huntress and making her scream his name in the dark.
It shouldn't have been any surprise that watching her suck his cock only amplified these emotions. And Jaune was stricken with a sudden desire he hadn't expected. But time had fed his confidence as well, and he was feeling bold enough to push this favor a fraction further.
"Pyrrha," he beckoned her attention upward, feeling the rough quality of his voice. Her cheeks were still beaming, but she answered. Jaune felt another physical blow to his heart, watching her brilliant green orbs peer up at him through her long, dark eyelashes. "Are you ready to keep going?"
Pyrrha blinked rapidly, her eyes flickered toward the spire of flesh dangling before her nose, realizing what Jaune was asking. Biting her damp lip, her answer drifted heavily from her mouth beneath her breath. "I think so…"
The taste of him lingered on her tongue, salty and a little musky, but not nearly as bad as she'd feared. Her heart was pounding in her chest. But as time continued, that stemmed more and more from her excitement and less from apprehension. Licking him, getting used to having her mouth on that part of his body, she felt confident that she could slide him into her mouth without issue.
If fact, part of her was even beginning to anticipate the warm, firm sensation resting on her tongue while she felt the strong beat of his heart pulse against her pursed lips. But as she leaned forward to make imagination and reality fuse, Jaune's hand found the side of her hair, halting her.
"Hold on," He cautioned, staring at her with the same dark arousal that set her blood on fire. "Could you…" he shook his head. "I mean, I want you to look at me while you use your mouth. Is that okay? Don't look away. I want to see your eyes."
It was a bold thing to ask. But Jaune was excited enough to test the comfort of an already experimental afternoon. He didn't want to scare his wife away, but the idea of seeing every shy emotion in her emerald eyes as her face bobbed around his cock was too thrilling to let go without any effort.
Naturally, Pyrrha was startled by the request. She hadn't been expecting that from her husband, and this was the first real request Jaune had made of her beyond the opportunity to lick between her legs. And that was more for her sake than his. That alone was enough to incline her to agree. But with her hand wrapped around Jaune's mass, she'd felt the deep throb that resonated through its length at the mere mention of his request.
Jaune always took so much care to see to her needs, and just because Pyrrha had it a little easier, that didn't mean she wasn't as committed to satisfying her husband in every way that mattered. Even if that meant suffering a little embarrassment. Lucky for Jaune that she was no wilting flower, and Pyrrha Nikos knew how to put on a performance.
Stealing a fortifying breath, the Amazon smoothed the worry from her face as she did what Jaune asked. Bright and alert, her eyes rolled upward until she was staring directly into the dark blue of her husband's gaze. Unfortunately, no matter how calm she pretended to be, no amount of acting could steal the color from her cheeks as her full lips parted and she leaned toward the root of his manhood.
Jaune watched in unrestrained awe, feeling her lips kiss his swollen tip. He intimately knew how soft Pyrrha's mouth was when they kissed, and it felt just as amazing against his cock. Without blinking, the pressure increased until her jaw opened, and he watched the light pink color flow over the ridge.
His knees buckled at the shock of sensitivity that ran up his spine. And then his wife's tongue immediately followed, replacing her lips and flicking against the slit at his tip. And all the while, her seductive gaze never wavered, never flinching from the arousal threatening to drown his senses.
Looking at her, you wouldn't think she had any idea how to serve a man with her mouth. But a week into their union, the young woman had given in to her curiosity after enjoying Jaune's tongue night after night. Urging her to research the topic and what men enjoyed before she gathered the courage to employ the treat on her husband.
The video's themselves had been…detailed. Disturbingly, even. To the extent that the young wife had been deterred from the activity rather than endeared. So many of the videos featured men being so rough, slamming themselves into women's open mouths while they pulled their hair to the extent of drawing tears.
The worst Pyrrha had found had involved an "actress" supposedly styled to resemble herself. Complete with a slutty variation of her already minimalist combat attire and a shock of poorly dyed red hair several shades too bright to match her own. Whatever initial curiosity that might had made her click on the video immediately soured watching "herself" perform and the shameless way her pornographic mimic had happily slobbered on the many penises of her fake opponents meant to look like another of her tournaments.
Horrified by the end, Pyrrha had been cursed by yet another startling insight into what fame as a young woman truly earned her.
Jaune, mercifully, had seemingly no interest in the behavior. And besides the hand he let rest of the side of her head, he appeared perfectly content to let her serve him at her leisure, performing the few tricks and techniques that more helpful material suggested. And after a few minutes of testing the waters, Pyrrha was shocked to find a sense of power welling within her.
Back and forth, her jaw ached around the size of her husband. What had been a treat turned sour in this particular position. But she ignored the annoyance, drawing her cheeks against her teeth every time she eased back and sucked against his tool.
Her hand balanced against his hips, controlling her pace and letting her stop before the fat end threatened the back of her throat. She'd tested that exactly once before realizing that it was not a limit Pyrrha was ready to push quite yet. This left her with little more than half his length to work with, while her hand pumped along what she couldn't swallow. Combined with her tongue twirling and licking where he was the most sensitive, it wasn't a surprise when his breath started to deepen, and the throbbing against her lips began to pick up in frequency.
Continuing to stare into her husband's eyes as her face bobbed, it was the first time that Pyrrha understood how her husband could enjoy performing for her every night. Watching the excitement on his face, excitement that she'd caused, was addicting and bolstering in a way she never could have imagined. She was in charge of his pleasure, and he had no choice but to wait in anticipation until she decided to pick up speed or tighten her grip and give him what he wanted.
Of course, it wasn't all thrills and fun. Where there was pleasure, there was evidence. And the better Pyrrha performed, the more her mouth began to taste like salt and musk. She could taste the droplets of Jaune's excitement leaking out and dragging along the back of her tongue. There wasn't anywhere else for it to go.
It was…not good. And as much as Pyrrha was learning to enjoy the new and exciting sexual activity, the flavor was a bitter reminder that kept her from losing herself to the moment completely. Because Jaune's pleasure would end eventually, and she still hadn't been able to shake her apprehension of taking a mouthful of her husband's fluids. It just so happened that his pleasure was her unease. So it was good that she cared about one more than the other.
For Jaune's part, he could feel his end approaching rapidly, despite his best attempts. Learning to control his pleasure had been a hard lesson, but constant exposure had helped his discipline. But even that had its limits, and Jaune's was tested as soon as his wife started going down on him.
Watching the red length of her ponytail sway with her motions was as hypnotizing as it was erotic. And the only thing more attractive than her eyes staring up at Jaune was how her lips fit around him as they slid up and down, bathing him in the warm, wet trap of her mouth. He was allowed a front row seat into her transformation, as the shy and shameful gleam in her eyes took on a bold presence.
Both encouraged Jaune's arousal equally, noticing the confidence of her motions increase. He could have watched her all day. He would have if it was up to him. But she could feel his building excitement and mercilessly increased her pace to match. The firm suction against his tip was threatening to suck the life out of him, and he couldn't imagine a better death.
He felt his end at the same time as Pyrrha, who watched the tenseness in his eyes as well as his body beneath her. Jaune expected her to stop or slow down in preparation for the gooey salvo, but the redhead actually sped up, increasing the dramatic motions of her head. At the same time, her hand milked his base like she was hungry for him and wanted his seed in her mouth. Only Jaune's knowledge of her previous anxiety kept him from believing her.
"Pyrrha, I'm gonna-. You need to stop!" he tried to warn her or back away, but Pyrrha paid his warning no mind. Fisting the sides of his open pants, she locked him in place, meeting his gaze with familiar determination. Finally, the sight of her concentrating face framed by his cock was too much and Jaune surrendered to her insistence, releasing the first blast of hot, clammy jizz against the roof of her mouth.
Jaune didn't stop there. Bending over Pyrrha's head, he felt his hips twisting beneath his pleasure, thrusting his cock against her mouth with every fresh wave of his release. Pyrrha always managed to draw out more of his climax than he was used to, and this was no different—much to the redhead's distress. Not that you'd be able to tell by looking at her. Jaune's orgasm broke their intimate stare, letting her clench her eyes against the onslaught of salty slime coating her tongue. But she didn't pull away and she didn't panic, allowing Jaune to continue in peace until he was finished.
It didn't take too long, despite how it might have felt for both of them. The pressure in Jaune's cock began to lag and Pyrrha felt the tension against her lips softened with the last of his release dripping free. And no sooner was he finished did Pyrrha rise from their bed to rush toward the bathroom and expel her mouthful of cum into their dorm's sink.
Concern blossomed in Jaune's chest, but he was in no position to comfort his wife. Out of breath and tingling from the waist down, he had no choice but to take her place on the bed as soon as she vacated. He could only watch the closed door from the other side, hearing the sound of her spitting, followed by the rushing water of the faucet.
Part of him knew he needed to stand up and check on her. But it was hard to feel guilty when everything else felt so good. He consoled himself, vowing to catch his breath and then make the trip. But before he could make it, the door was open, and his wife stepped out with a cup in her hand, swishing a mouthful of minty cleaner to wash the flavor away.
"Hey," Jaune alerted, sitting up enough to turn toward her, "you okay? Sorry about that. I tried to warn you." Pyrrha waved his concern away with a hand, swishing the mouthwash a few more times before spitting. Her next breath was a sigh of relief.
"I heard you," she admitted, walking over until she could sit beside him. "Don't worry, it was my choice. I think I wanted to see if it was as bad as I'd been worrying."
Jaune raised a dubious eyebrow, remembering her quick exit. He definitely knew the answer. However, curiosity still made him broach, "And?"
"It wasn't!" Pyrrha sat a little stranger, appearing surprised herself. "Certainly close, but the flavor was only mildly off-putting. If I'm honest, it was the texture that got to me. I was very uncomfortable with how it rolled around my tongue." She visibly shuddered. "Besides, I didn't want to risk getting any on my uniform. I still don't have time to shower, and smelling like that wouldn't leave the best impression for our first combat class," her cheeks dimpled. "If we want to try again, you'll need to find somewhere more convenient to…finish."
It was adorable how bashful she could still be after nearly sucking his soul out, but that was what Jaune had come to love about her. How many women could present themselves as so shy and sexy without trying?
Despite himself, Jaune couldn't help perking up at the promise of more blowjobs in the future. If Pyrrha didn't want him to cum in her mouth, that was a small concession for another chance to enjoy his sweet, innocent wife wrapping her lips around his cock.
His arm wrapped around her shoulders as he pulled her against him. "Well, I'm still not sure what the occasion was, but I certainly appreciated it. And," he smirked, turning his grin into her neck to lay several kisses in a line leading to her sensitive ear, "I'll be sure to return the favor tonight. If I don't see circles under Weiss' eyes tomorrow morning, I didn't do my job."
His words had the desired effect, and Jaune had the pleasure of watching Pyrrha's face erupt at his threat. But that didn't stop the small, gleeful smile from sneaking to the surface or the giggle that bubbled into his neck as she embraced him. Fluttering his fingers along her waist, she had to fight her husband off, gasping before raining light slaps against his chest in protest.
Gods, he loved her laugh.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she huffed after they calmed down, smiling indulgently as she turned her smile on him. "If I'm honest, I wanted to help take your mind off things for a bit."
Jaune watched her expression dance between joy and concern. It was with a start that he remembered his day hadn't always been this pleasant, and she was the only one who knew why. More specifically, Pyrrha was the only one in their group of friends that didn't know he'd never received huntsman training. So while everyone else was excited for their first chance to spar with their classmates, he'd been dying inside. Suffering in silence at the prospect of humiliating himself in front of everyone.
This afternoon had been hanging over his head for the past week. And every day that passed saw his anxiety worsen until he'd woken up this morning unable to so much as pick at his breakfast, going through the day as more of a zombie than a man. He would have dozed through lunch the same way until Pyrrha had force-fed him a portion from her plate. And by then, he'd been too distracted by their little performance to think about anything else.
All by Pyrrha's design, he realized then. She'd been looking out for him then and now, and the thought was enough to warm his already tender heart to the point of melting.
Remembering the fight still made him uneasy, but he fought to give into his negativity. How could he after Pyrrha had done so much to bolster his spirits? Instead, he took the comfort she was offering, pulling her closer against his body until her soft rear was firmly in his lap. She didn't hesitate to answer in kind, guiding his face into the pleasant comfort of her bosom.
"Any last-minute advice?" he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of her hand running through his hair.
"Just remember what I've been teaching you," she answered, her tone calm and soothing. "You've been working so hard every night, don't think it's for nothing. There's a good chance you'll lose against your opponent. But as long as you can put up a good enough fight, you should be able to pass as someone weak against one-on-one spars. Don't get frustrated, remember to use your aura, and if you can, exhaust your opponent long enough to score a solid hit with your sword."
Jaune nodded against her breast. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before, but her touch and the smell of her body did more to calm him down than anything she could have told him. At least, that was what he'd thought. Nothing prepared him for when she continued, "And if you end up forgetting all that, then remember that I love you, and I'm so proud to be your wife."
He shuttered and felt his fists curl against her blazer by her hips in a desperate attempt to hold her closer. Gods, what would he do without her? Not for the first time, he became terrified trying to imagine how he could have handled half of his problems without her and how he was already so dependent on her gentle words and touch.
Unfortunately, he couldn't stay in this warm cocoon away from the world that Pyrrha had created. There was no running from this or any of the consequences of his choices. He'd decided to go to Beacon knowing this was inevitable, and there was no point in trying to avoid it now.
Besides, there was always a chance he could get lucky, right? Maybe there was someone at this prestigious huntsman academy as weak as him.
Yeah, he was doomed.
"Then let's not be late," he sighed, accepting his fate. But instead of dread, he decided to face his humiliation with a grin, knowing that at least one of his classmates would always be at his back. "If nothing else, maybe I can impress Professor Goodwitch with an amazing attendance record. That's got to count for something, right?"
He gave his wife his goofy grin, the one that never failed to make her smile. And the pride in her eyes was all the justification he needed to know that he'd made the right choice.
"You can do this," she offered his hand one last squeeze as they rose from the bed. Jaune nodded, something firm entering his blue eyes as he drew from Pyrrha's strength.
"I can do this," he agreed, believing her when he couldn't believe in himself. And without another word, the pair started for their next class, prepared for anything that might arise.
XxX
A bewildered Jaune Arc looked down at the blade in his hand, to the crowd of students looking down in awe, before settling on his opponent for the day. Carden Winchester laid at his feet, groaning in defeat. The redheaded boy could do nothing but pant while sweat drained down his pale skin into the sand beneath his nose.
"I…I did it?"
A/N: Next chapter should be interesting. Jaune looks like he's finally getting the hang of married life, so it only feels right to introduce wife number two before he can get too comfortable. Some of you have guessed her, some have not. But now is your last chance to comment and be correct. We're also going to get a new clue about what else Jaune's semblance can do, besides getting him laid and fucking up his life.
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