Coco was running late.
Like … obnoxiously late.
Some of that was intentional – she didn't want Jaune to think she was getting too attached. Making him wait for a few minutes after giving him a time and place would remind him that, however they acted in bed, she wasn't at his beck and call, and hadn't spent every moment since their last encounter planning out their next, like the horny little cock addict he was turning her into…
Coco glared at the flashing lights at the rearview mirror as her car set motionless on the side of the road.
This sucked.
Her plan to arrive at the mall fashionably late had hit a snag when she ran into Dad, back from his trip early. She'd missed his birthday and hadn't seen him in weeks, she couldn't just blow him off. So she burned valuable time catching up – it was nice to see him, but would it kill him to have slightly better timing?
Still, that would've been fine, on its own. Ten minutes wouldn't kill her – she could make up time.
If it wasn't for this fucking cop.
"How long does it take to run a fucking license plate?" Coco murmured. Her eyes darted over to the clock, before wincing.
She was nearly an hour late.
10, 15 minutes was fine. This… this was not cool.
But Jaune hadn't said anything yet – no calls, no texts, nothing. After making sure they were still on, he had left the ball in her court. Maybe he was playing the same kind of power game that she was, forcing her to make the first move.
Maybe he ditched her and hopped in bed with another woman.
"You could have been bouncing off my balls for hours now…. Instead you decided you wanted to play hard to get."
Coco bit the bullet and took out her scroll.
It took three rings before Jaune picked up.
" Hey Coco. " he said. " What's the hold up? "
" I got pulled over. " She said, " I've been 5 minutes away from the mall for ages. "
Jaune paused for a beat.
" Everything alright? "
"I'll live." Coco said. "Worst case scenario I get a speeding ticket. I haven't even talked to the officer yet – I swear he's slow-walking this just to spite me."
Plenty of people went over the limit on the highway – maybe he'd seen the nice car, caught a glimpse of her in the window and decided that a rich girl needed a reality check. Maybe he just got off on making her squirm. She knew the type.
"How fast were you going?"
Coco shrugged. "90. Maybe 95."
The speed limit was 70.
Coco blushed faintly as she could feel the self-satisfied smirk radiating from the other end.
" Wow, " he chuckled, a deep, rich tone that her speaker barely did justice. " You want it bad."
A faint flush ran down her neck, but it wasn't enough to faze her.
"Like you don't." She teased, shifting over to a video call with one hand while hiking her shirt up with the other.
Her smooth, creamy skin was highlighted by the black lingerie she'd worn for him – she'd dressed to be undressed. Her eyes were hidden by her signature sunglasses, but they filled with satisfaction as Jaune's face came into view, his own eyes dark with desire.
" Coco, " he growled.
She grinned lasciviously.
"I take it our date's still on?"
Jaune nodded.
Then his eyes darted to the side, widening in shock.
Coco caught on a second later.
A fat, balding officer in a baggy blue uniform was standing outside her window, frozen in place, his fingers inches from her window. He was about to knock on it to get her attention, but, understandably, he'd gotten a little… distracted.
His eyes looked like they were about to bug out of his head.
Coco kept her best poker face up as she pulled her shirt down and went to hang up the phone. "I'll be there as soon as I can," she said, before she smoothed out the wrinkles in her blouse, rolled down the window and turned to the cop.
The bastard was still staring at her chest.
Coco sighed, snapping her fingers to get his attention, before setting her hands on the wheel and rehearsing the tired old script her parents had made her memorize.
"What seems to be the problem, officer?"
—-
"Sorry about that." She said.
Jaune was waiting for her at one of her favorite bistros on the south side of the city – a chic, casual little place nestled between some of the best shopping in the Kingdom.
The blond rose to greet her, pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek.
"Don't worry about it." His eyes wandered over her, discreet enough for polite company, but obvious enough to flatter her.
'Well played,' she thought.
"You look nice," he said, as he offered her a chair – there really was a gentleman hidden somewhere in there.
"You look exactly like you always do." She said dryly.
The blond's hair was still boyishly messy, which was charming, even if it was obviously low effort. The hoodie was less forgivable – black and at least two sizes too big, with the graphic of a tacky cereal mascot printed over it. Paired with a baggy pair of blue jeans, and it did nothing to show off the godlike physique underneath.
Jaune shrugged. "Eh, if it ain't broke, don't fix it."
Coco sighed.
"I'm trying to get you laid." She said, " Work with me. "
There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"...If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
The waitress – a kindly old woman – came over to take her order.
"Is your boyfriend treating you or are you on separate tabs?"
Coco whipped out her credit card. "I've got it."
The waitress looked sideways at her.
"Um… are you… sure about that?" She asked hesitantly.
Jaune chimed in somewhat awkwardly. "I already helped myself while I was waiting, and –"
"–Dude, it's fine. I've got it." She said, "I'm the one who made you wait, it's the least I can do."
Jaune still looked faintly guilty.
"Well," he said uncertainly, "if you're sure… "
"I'll take a mocha latte, triple espresso," she said, before playfully turning back to Jaune. "So, how do you like your coffee, big guy? Let me guess – like your women, hot and full of cream."
Jaune smirked. "Actually, I like my coffee the way I like my men."
Coco raised her eyebrows before leaning forward in interest. "Do tell."
"I don't like coffee."
The fashionista stared at him for what seemed like an eternity before taking off her sunglasses and burying her face in her hands.
"...You're lucky you're good in bed."
Jaune turned back to the thoroughly scandalized waitress, who had been turning a progressively deeper shade of red as the conversation went on and looked like she was on the verge of exploding.
"I'll have a hot chocolate – with extra whipped cream, please."
The woman let out a strangled 'yes sir' before hurrying away from their table as fast as she could.
Coco chuckled.
"You're awfully forward today." She teased. "Thought you'd be a bit more embarrassed talking about your sex life in public."
Jaune smirked, reaching under the table to run a hand up her inner thigh.
"I'm sleeping with one of the most beautiful girls in the kingdom," he said. "Why the hell would I be embarrassed?"
Coco fought back the tinge of pink in her cheeks as his touch sent shivers down her spine. The look in his eyes let her know that the blond knew exactly what he was doing to her.
'Cocky bastard.'
"Besides," he said, still working magic with his fingers, "We're never going to see any of these people again. If you're not worried about looking like a slut in public, why should I be?"
Coco steeled her resolve and grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
"Down, boy." She said, voice firmer than she felt.
Jaune smiled goodnaturedly and rested both hands on the table.
"Sorry." He said. "It's been a while since I went on an actual date — PDA isn't normally an issue."
He had been over to Cinder and Amber's apartments to fuck them senseless, and he had screwed Willow in his room, his car, in any empty room they could find in the gym — hell, Amber loved being bent over in the break room — but despite a few close calls he usually didn't have an audience to worry about.
He and Coco had agreed to keep their 'relationship' private for now, and the fashionista had picked an upscale mall nearly an hour away from the school for their first 'date'. Beacon drew students from all over the Kingdom, but the school only had 800 students and the Greater Capital Metro Area was home to tens of millions of people. This far from home, the odds of running into anyone they recognized were slim.
Coco sighed. "A hand on the leg is normally fine, but not if it drives me crazy enough to let you fingerbang me under the table."
…That came out a little louder than she thought it would.
There were whispers behind them, and several patrons at the nearby tables were staring. An older woman was blushing while a straight laced looking couple was openly glaring daggers at them.
The waitress let out an awkward cough as she came over with their drinks - which she had placed in to-go cups, without asking.
"Are you ready for the check?" She asked, unsubtly willing them out the door.
"Give us a minute." Coco said, shooing her away.
Jaune picked up his hot cocoa without taking his eyes off her – his gaze was hungry.
"...There's a motel 2 minutes down the road," he said.
Coco grinned.
"All in good time." She said, "I didn't pick this place at random – if it's alright with you I'd like to take care of some business before we start bumping uglies."
"It can wait."
Coco felt a growing heat in her core as he openly undressed her with his eyes. The desire to submit, to obey, to get completely and utterly fucked was overwhelming.
'... Shit .' She thought. She was glad she was wearing sunglasses, because there was no way she could look him in the eyes without breaking.
"No, it can't." She said, reaching across the table and giving his big , strong hand a reassuring squeeze. "I've been looking forward to this for days. Indulge me."
Jaune took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and got himself under control.
The pressure in the air got a little easier to bear.
Coco flashed him a brilliant smile as she interwove her fingers with his.
"Cheer up stud," she said in a stage whisper, lowering her sunglasses and fluttering her eyelashes at him. "If you're good, I'll let you fuck my brains out."
Jaune laughed under his breath, rubbing circles over the back of her hand.
"You were going to do that anyway."
She didn't bother denying it.
The waitress slid in between them and shoved the bill in Coco's face.
"I'm sorry," she said with a plastic smile, "but we have other customers waiting for this table."
The cafe was half empty, but Coco was in a good enough mood to let the obvious lie slide.
"Alright, alright, we're going," she said, pulling out her wallet. "Here you…"
'...Did they add a decimal place?"
The Arc gave his lover a sheepish grin as she stared flabbergasted at the bill.
Jaune didn't like to admit it, but deep down he was a pretty arrogant guy.
On some level, it just came with the territory: he was an aura enhanced sex god with a superhuman physique, devilish good looks and an irresistible charm that could get any woman in bed in minutes. Sooner or later that was going to go to his head.
But for all that power, and all his gifts, even he wasn't able to escape the bane of boyfriends everywhere.
Shopping.
"You know," he drawled, as the bell of a closing door chimed behind them, "when you first pitched this whole 'date' idea, carrying your bags was not what I had in mind."
Coco strutted ahead, not even turning around to look at him.
"I wasn't expecting to pick up the tab for six meals ," she said evenly. "But today's full of surprises."
"You left me alone for an hour." Jaune shot back. "And that restaurant had really small portions."
Coco didn't even dignify that with a response.
Jaune had offered to cover the tab — or at least split it — but after she got over the shock she had stood firm. Her choice, her treat. She even left the prudish waitress a generous tip for her trouble.
He would have paid double if he knew ahead of time how much she was going to milk that particular bit of leverage for the rest of the afternoon.
'Oh, don't be a baby.' Persona thought. 'Carrying a woman's clothes around the mall for a few hours won't kill you.'
It might have strained a lesser man, though — Coco had bought a lot of clothes.
'This is beneath me.' Shadow groused. 'Where does this bitch get off, telling me what to do, strutting around like she owns the place?"
Although, even Shadow had to admit that following Coco around all day came with some upsides – there were plenty of opportunities to ogle her fine ass.
Watching her show off her long, toned legs in high heels, skintight jeans that hugged her wide hips and round ass before tapering off to expose her itty bitty waist and the bare curve of her back – knowing she had dolled herself up for him… well, Coco knew how to put on a show.
She glanced back for a moment, just to catch him looking, before giving her bottom a playful shake.
Jaune bit back a growl. Coco was a bratty little minx, and he was going to take immense pleasure in pounding her back into submission.
Then again… so would she. That's what the teasing was for.
But Jaune wasn't so far gone that he didn't notice where they were going.
Jaune set down the bags as they walked into a new store, before tapping Coco on the shoulder – his touch lingering on her bare skin.
"What gives?" He said. "This is a men's store."
Coco gave him a patronizing look.
"I'm not the only one who needs some new outfits."
Jaune rolled his eyes. "Fashion's not my thing."
Coco grinned. "That's why I'm here."
She took him by the hand and led him to a rack of suit jackets.
"Let's start with the basics." She said, looking thoughtfully over the offerings.
Jaune winced. "Coco, I don't even own a suit." The last time he'd even worn one had been at his sister's wedding — he'd outgrown it a long time ago.
"I've noticed." Coco said, looking inside the tags of a few promising candidates. "It's hard to find clothes that fit you, isn't it?"
"It's harder to keep them." Jaune said. "Every time I shoot up a few inches I have to throw out most of my wardrobe — I'd rather have too big than too small."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Coco said. The thought that the towering hunk of muscle next to her might still have room to grow was ludicrous. "In the meantime, might as well show off what you've got."
"Can I help you?"
A saleswoman approached the two of them, eager to reel in a potential customer.
Jaune's nose scrunched up as he took in the sickening scent of her perfume. The newcomer wasn't hideous — if anything, she was fairly fit for a woman her age -– but it was obvious from a glance that she was well past her prime. Her face was covered in heavy makeup and her thin blonde hair stank of bleach.
In the split second scan he gave every woman upon meeting them, she came up wanting.
Persona bristled. 'So, since she's not worth fucking, she's not worth your time, is that it?
Shadow laughed. 'Basically.'
Before Jaune could shake off the self loathing and offer a polite response, Coco stepped into action.
"Do you have any tailor's tape?" She asked. The saleswoman nodded and went to go get it.
Coco turned to Jaune and put her hands on her hips.
"Hoodie off." She ordered. "Now."
Jaune stood motionless as he looked down at her, thoroughly unimpressed.
Coco sighed as her posture softened. "Hoodie off, please ."
Jaune shrugged, before rolling off his jacket and exposing the tight t-shirt underneath.
"Oh my!" The saleswoman had come back with the tape and a few sample fabrics just in time to see a hint of the Arc's body.
Coco let out a wolf whistle.
Jaune stood patiently while the women unrolled the tape and wrapped it around different parts of his body, hands lingering over his muscled arms, chest, and abs.
"Your build is… exceptionally robust." The older woman said nervously.
Coco grinned as she gave his bicep a playful squeeze. "That's one way of putting it."
Jaune retaliated by wrapping an arm around her and running his fingers over her waistline.
'Stud. Alpha. God Among Men.'
"The problem is, we don't have a lot of clothes for men as tall as you." The saleswoman said, politely ignoring their wandering hands. "And the ones we do have don't flatter your figure at all."
Jaune laughed. "My figure ?"
The clerk smiled awkwardly. "Well, maybe that isn't quite the word I was looking for. Your assets… no, your muscles…?"
Coco cut in.
"Your shoulders are too big and your waist is too small."
Jaune rolled his eyes. "Well, sorry."
"Don't be." Coco said. "It's sexy as hell, but… most guys aren't. Either they don't have the bulk you do, which means the suit doesn't have to be so wide, or they do have it, but it's all in their gut, in which case the midsection needs to be baggy to help cover it up. You've got plenty to flaunt, but if you tried to wear something off the rack you'd either tear right through it or look like you were swimming in the damn thing."
Jaune shrugged. "Well, if that's my choice I guess I'll just go with one I can actually wear."
Coco put her foot down.
" Jaune ." She said flatly. "You're not getting a fat guy suit."
"Okay, so I'm not getting a suit."
Coco turned to the saleswoman. "How much does it cost for a tailored suit?"
"Ⱡ50,000 to start." She replied, "But the nicer ones go for as much as-"
"-And we're done." Jaune said.
"I've got it."
"No you don't." Jaune said. "It's bad enough I let you pay for lunch, this is way too much."
Coco suggestively waggled her eyebrows at him. "There are plenty of ways you can pay me back."
"Actually," The saleswoman said with a practiced smile. "I just checked this system and it looks like they're on sale. We overstocked the largest sizes, so if you're willing to adjust one off the rack we can give you up to 50% off."
Coco flashed him a smile. "Awesome. We'll take two."
" Coco ."
What followed was 10 minutes of tense negotiation. In an ideal world, Jaune could have just started ravishing her and shut down the conversation then and there, but unfortunately, there were people around, and people didn't take kindly to watching other people fuck in public.
In the end they agreed to split the cost 50/50 - Jaune would buy one suit, and Coco the other. She could also pick out three shirts, three ties, a belt, two pairs of shoes and an extra pair of slacks. As he handed over his share of lien, he couldn't help feeling like she got the better end of the deal.
Coco was smirking like the cat who got the canary.
"Trust me." She said, "You're going to look awesome."
"Well, I'd hope so, considering that I just shelled out more than I make in a week."
"Oh, poor baby." Coco teased. "I offered to be your sugar momma for the day, but you had to be the big, strong man–"
SMACK!
Coco let out a startled gasp as Jaune cut her off with a playful swat on the ass.
He looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Damn right." He said. "And don't you forget it."
"Asshole," she muttered, doing her best to hold back a smile as she made no effort to remove his hand.
"Ahem." The saleswoman grabbed their attention while maintaining a purely professional smile. "Will there be anything else?"
Jaune backed off as the two of them were reminded once again that they had an audience. Coco kept her expression neutral – wasn't she should feel embarrassed or annoyed.
"Actually." Jaune said, thinking about how to best phrase this. " I do have a question or two about pants."
"Such as–" she asked.
"- He's big," Coco said matter of factually. "Like, OBNOXIOUSLY big."
The saleswoman pursed her lips at her but kept her thoughts to herself.
Jaune rolled his eyes.
"Thanks, Coco." He grumbled. "Why don't you just tell everyone."
"Don't tempt me." She said, smirking shamelessly at him. "I'm not going to sit here for 5 minutes while you fumble for a polite way to tell her you're HUGE."
The saleswoman was looking disdainfully at her but Jaune seemed more amused than anything. He gave a clerk a 'what can you do shrug' while trying not to look too proud of himself.
"It's a blessing and a curse." He joked. "In all seriousness, it can be a hassle." He lowered his voice, so that only Coco and the clerk could hear him. " I need something that's loose enough to give me some breathing room, but not so loose that it's obvious when I'm pitching a tent. That can be pretty hard to find."
If the clerk was irritated by Coco's forwardness, she seemed perfectly fine with Jaune's.
"I understand." She said, as Coco wandered off. "Feel free to try some things until you find what you-"
"Try this," Coco said, shoving several pairs of slacks into Jaune's arms.
The blond looked skeptically at one of the waistbands.
"These don't fit."
Coco smirked. "It will down there. Didn't we just establish that you were a few sizes too big?"
Jaune sighed, deciding that discretion was the better part of valor and it wasn't wise to argue with her about clothes. "I'm gonna need a be-"
Coco pulled out a fine leather strap she had been hiding behind her back – something way classier than he would have picked out. She was in her element now – even when dressing down the fashionista was the embodiment of chic – and the smirk on her face was so arrogant that it looped all the way back around to being endearing.
"The changing room is that way," she said, gesturing behind her.
Jaune chuckled goodnaturedly.
"Alright, I get it, you're better at this than I am."
"And don't you forget it." She said, before sending him off with a swat on the ass of her own.
It was a petty move for dominance and she knew it, but instead of getting prissy about it the blond took it in stride. He actually laughed .
Coco watched him go with a smile – the bastard was actually starting to grow on her.
"Didn't take you long to find what you wanted." The clerk said dryly.
Coco shrugged.
"It's not hard if you know what to look for." She said, "He needs breathing room in the front - way more than would be in proportion. So we scale up until we find something comfortable for him, then alter the waist so it actually fits."
The older woman hummed politely.
"We can also stick to basic cotton and neutral colors — something breathable and relatively easy to maintain that can pair with almost anything and stays within his price range. If it were totally up to me, I'd pick something a bit more adventurous, but getting him to wear anything nice is a decent place to start."
The saleswoman took notes with a faux friendly smile. "You really know your stuff."
The fashionista preened. "Well, everyone's gotta have a hobby."
"If you want to keep yourself occupied while we wait," the saleswoman said meaningfully, "There are plenty of things in our women's department downstairs that might interest you — maybe you can even get your boy toy to buy you something. Perfumes, dresses, jewelry… maybe a ring?"
It was a subtle jab, the kind that would go right over a man like Jaune's head, but Coco was fluent in bitch.
Unbidden, the image of married life popped into her mind — a scene of her standing in front of a stove with bare feet and a swelled belly, the sound of laughter and running feet and the aroma of a fresh cooked meal filling the air, as she watched the clock with an eager smile for the father of her children to come home.
She snickered. The fantasy was so foreign, so out of character, that she couldn't believe she thought it.
'Me , his little wife.' She thought. 'That's rich .'
The clerk didn't think it was funny.
"So, you're too proud to be his woman , but happy to be his whore."
…
So, that's how it was.
She was all smiles when Jaune was around, but the moment the girls were alone, the knives came out. Coco had met plenty of two-faced, vapid harpies in her life but even she was taken aback by the raw venom in the older woman's voice.
Most girls would have been brought to tears.
Coco wasn't most girls.
She smiled and took off her sunglasses, so she could look the saleswoman right in the eye and show her in no uncertain terms how few fucks she gave.
"Couldn't be happier." She said brightly.
Her eyes darted down meaningfully at the clerk's hand.
"Not that it's any of my business," Coco drawled, "but you aren't wearing a ring either."
The older woman's cheeks colored.
"Well, if you must know, I'm married, but I leave my wedding ring off at work." She said snootily. "The big spenders pay more to impress you if they think you're single."
"Oh, I bet." Coco said, giving her another once over. It was obvious from the way the woman carried herself that she cared as much about her appearance as Coco did, although she had far less to work with. And every choice, from her skirt length to her make up to the cut of her top, was carefully chosen to send one signal.
Available.
Coco smirked. "Does your hubby know?"
The woman's eyes narrowed.
"Know what?" She spat.
"Does he know how desperate you are to trade up?"
The saleswoman's jaw dropped as her face turned the ugliest shade of red Coco has ever seen.
'Bullseye.'
The older woman's body trembled with rage, and for a moment Coco thought she might hit her.
At that moment, however, her knight in shining armor swooped in to save her.
Jaune left the changing room in the exact pair of slacks Coco thought he would, with the most adorkable smile she had ever seen — he looked like he'd just discovered water .
The saleswoman schooled her features immediately, slipping into polite facade, with only the faintest flush hinting at the simmering fury beneath her smile.
' Faker.'
"Looking good, Stud." she said, inspecting her handiwork. "Comfortable?"
Jaune didn't bother answering her — instead he scooped her up by the waist and spun her around in his arms.
"You're the best!" He said gaily. "Thank you so much!"
Coco's head spun as he came to a stop, a feeling of vertigo overwhelming her.
She had never been swept off her feet before, but the experience wasn't unpleasant. Jaune didn't seem to have any trouble keeping her off the ground, grinning like a maniac with an infectious look of happiness on his face.
'And I thought I liked getting new clothes.'
Still, as goofy as this situation was, he looked more handsome than ever. She wasn't sure if it was the new angle, or the smile, or the fact that she put it there, but her eyes locked on the upward curve of his mouth.
Impulsively, inexplicably, she leaned down to press her lips to his.
Jaune was surprised, but only for a moment. Then he shifted his hold to get easier access to her mouth as he parted his lips with her tongue. Her chest pressed against his as his hands moved down to her hips, giving her a strong and possessive squeeze.
Coco felt dizzier than ever as he deepened the kiss, forgetting the world around them as she held on for dear life.
Finally, he pulled away, with a hungry look in his eye, and she started to breathe again.
As the Arc lowered her back down to earth, the world came back into focus. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the saleswoman glowering at her in jealous, impotent rage.
Coco was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions, from the burning in her core to the fluttering of her heart, but she couldn't help but bask in the dark glow of triumph as she looked up into her lover's eyes.
' Eat your heart out, you used up old cunt. '
As much as he was enjoying the newfound freedom that came with having breathing room for his genitals, Jaune was getting impatient. Ever since he'd laid eyes on Coco he'd wanted to skip the date and take her somewhere he could fuck her brains out in peace.
The target of his lust, on the other hand, was savoring every minute of their little excursion, going on and on about fabrics and fits and what colors went with what. Even the saleswoman seemed to be getting tired of it – the plastered smile never left her face but he could tell from her body language that she was desperate to get the beautiful fashionista out of her store.
Jaune wasn't blind to the undercurrent of tension between the two women but he decided it would be better if he didn't kick up that hornet's nest. He kept his thoughts to himself but stayed by his date's side as she wandered from rack to rack, tempting and teasing him all the while. The older woman was openly glaring at her by this point, but had the sense to keep her mouth shut.
His unspoken message was read loud and clear – Coco was under Jaune's protection. Crossing her meant crossing him.
The saleswoman was less accommodating when he led the brunette back to the changing rooms, a bundle of outfits in tow.
"Only one person is allowed in at a time." She said sternly.
Coco rolled her eyes. "If he has to go in and out every time he puts something on, this is going to take twice as long."
"It's company policy." The woman shot back. "No canoodling in the changing room. I'm not leaving you alone with lover boy when you can't even keep your hands off him in public."
Coco frowned, ready to fire back, before Jaune wrapped a calming arm around her shoulder. He flashed the disgruntled employee his most charming smile.
"We'll be on our best behavior."
Her resolve wavered — no woman could resist an Arc for long.
"Oh, alright," she said helplessly. "But I'm barging in the moment I hear any funny business . "
"Got it," Jaune said, following Coco as she stormed into the cubicle and slammed the door behind her.
" Bitch." Coco muttered.
Truth be told, she had been looking forward to fooling around in the changing room. As fantastic as trying on cute outfits was,seeing Jaune's reaction to every set of lingerie, swimsuit, miniskirt, and the shortest dresses she could find was even better. She got to be the center of attention and he got an aspiring supermodel to give him a private show.
And if the Arc happened to let his hands wander or decided to pin her to the wall midway through, shoving his tongue down her throat as he groped her, well, she wouldn't complain.
She might have initiated a few times herself.
They'd kept their hands over their clothes, for the most part. The stores were all crowded and they couldn't go all the way without getting caught — as hot as the thought of him showing the world he owned her was, neither of them wanted to get arrested.
But they'd been pushing the line, all the same, until each of them lost track of who exactly was teasing who, building towards that glorious crescendo when they'd lose any pretense of control. The entire day had effectively been a long, drawn out form of foreplay, as she did her best to look sexy and he drove her mad with his warm lips and magic hands.
Her entire body burned with want.
It would have been a perfect finish to fuck, right here, right now, under that uppity skank's nose.
Instead, sanity prevailed.
"Shirt off," she said curtly. "Let's get this over with."
Jaune rolled the t-shirt off in a single motion before slipping into a black button up — it looked good on him.
"Mind telling me what that was about?" He asked, as she wove her fingers down his chest, buttoning him up as she savored the feel of his hot, hard muscles.
The gesture was unexpectedly intimate.
She sighed.
"Oh, nothing interesting." She said, "The clerk's just a judgemental shrew who's jealous that I'm screwing you and she's not." She stepped back and looked him over. "We're keeping this."
Jaune hummed thoughtfully as she stripped him down for the next item.
"I suppose now would be a good time to tell you you're ten times prettier than she is."
Coco stopped dressing him and clutched her heart in faux indignation.
"Only ten?" She breathed, " Jaune, I thought you liked me!"
The blond smirked down at her, blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I don't know if I'd go that far." He said, finishing the job himself. "Don't you think it's a little early to start using the L-word?"
Coco snorted. "Prick," she said, before moving to take his shirt off. "Keep."
"Coco, you get three ." He reminded her. "We can't buy everything."
"Try me."
She sorted through the pile of clothes bit by bit, separating them out into 'definitely keep', 'definitely lose' and, 'come on Jaune, it looks good on you.'
He held his ground, which meant that instead of walking out of the store with a new wardrobe he had to indulge her as she mixed and matched items she liked to figure out which combinations could be sacrificed and which had to be saved at all cost.
He was amazed at just how much thought she was putting into this. He had never liked shopping for clothes — as a kid he had outsourced as much of that to his mom as he could, and begged her to cut things short whenever she dragged him along. Now he spent as little time as possible finding something that vaguely fit. Meanwhile Coco could spend ten minutes thinking about which shade of blue she wanted.
"No, navy's not right… royal, maybe…"
It was a horrible waste of time, but it seemed to make her happy. So it wasn't all bad.
"Having fun playing dress up?" He teased.
"You have plenty of fun undressing me . Thought I'd mix things up a little." She said, slipping a jacket over his shoulders. "This is the last one, I promise."
Jaune leaned down to help her reach his neck as she fastened another tie around it.
"You know I'm never going to wear this, right?"
Coco clicked her tongue. "Keep telling yourself that." She said, "You can't wear a hoodie to prom."
"Prom?"
Coco looked at him quizzically. "Yeah. Prom. You know, that thing we're doing the sexy photoshoot for? The night most teenage girls fantasize about for years ? One of the easiest nights of your life to get laid? That prom?"
Jaune rolled his eyes. "I'm not going."
Coco gave him a look that screamed 'What am I going to do with you?'
"Tell that to the horde of horny women begging you to take them."
'Listen to her.' Shadow said solemnly. 'The slut speaks the truth.'
'Shut up.'
"Think of it as a public service." Coco said. "Every boy who doesn't ask someone out represents a girl who won't have a date. No woman wants to show up alone on her big night — you wouldn't ruin some poor girl's dream, would you?"
…As if any of the Calendar girls would have any trouble finding a guy to date them.
"They could always go with another girl." Jaune said. "That's what you plan to do, isn't it?"
Coco grinned as she adjusted his clothes for the final time.
"As of now, I'm available," she teased, "but I'm sure you can spare me one of your girls for the night. Just try to save us a dance."
She stepped back to get a better look at him.
Her breath caught.
She picked the color out on a whim — it looked a little too bright for his tastes, but she thought it might bring out his eyes.
She was right.
The outfit was a pale shadow of what the final product would look like, two sizes too big and backlit by garish fluorescent light.
But God. Damn.
His hair looked as bright as the sun, and his eyes were as deep as an ocean, the hard lines of his face enhanced by the faint glow. He was strikingly, brutally handsome, and as she looked up to meet his eyes she was struck by the raw fact of how much bigger than her he was.
She swallowed nervously as her heart started doing funny things in her chest.
Jaune chuckled at the dumbstruck expression on her face, before taking a step forward and cupping her chin.
"So, I take it this one's a winner?"
Coco nodded.
"I like this color on you." She breathed. Her tongue darted over her lips. " I like it a lot. "
He moved his hands down her sides until they were resting on her waist, gently caressing her exposed skin. Then he stepped forward.
Then he stepped back.
She mirrored his movements dumbly for a few repetitions until she realized he was leading her in a waltz.
"Well, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?" she said, a delighted gleam in her eyes.
Jaune shrugged as she wrapped her arms around his neck, never missing a step. There was barely any room to move, but that just forced their bodies closer together, writhing and grinding as they meandered across the floor.
"You said you wanted a dance," he said. "Figured I might as well get it over with."
She trembled as he put gentle pressure on her back, pulling her closer and guiding her movements until they were perfectly in sync with his. His effortless mastery over her body and his had her soaked ; he assumed control out of the bedroom as easily as he did in it, and Coco was increasingly happy to give it to him.
She nestled her head into the crook of his neck, absorbing the scent of his aftershave and peppering the underside of his jaw with soft kisses.
"For someone who's 'just getting it over with',' she breathed, 'you're actually pretty good at this.'
" I grew up with seven sisters." Jaune explained. "Sometimes that meant getting drafted to do things I really didn't want to."
'Seven siblings?' Coco thought.
…She could believe that.
Coco had never met Jaune's father, but if he was half as insatiable as his son she'd expect him to have at least that many kids. She could hardly blame any woman for falling into bed with a man like Jaune, and getting… carried away.
That reminded her that she still wasn't on protection and her 'safe window' could only hold for so long, but she held that thought. Partly because she was enjoying the moment, and partly because the thought of having this stud's babies was suddenly a lot more tempting than it should have been.
Instead she focused on the image of a young Jaune being hen-pecked into practicing with them – a small, cute boy and not the well built man who was weakening her sanity with every step.
"Let me get this straight," she said. "Your sisters were able to force ballroom dance on you, but never got around to teaching you basic fashion?"
"They tried." He said proudly. "I refused to learn."
Coco edged her body closer to his bulging groin with a wicked smile.
"Well, they say anyone can be taught with the right motivation."
For someone who had to be at least as horny as she was, Jaune showed a remarkable level of self control. He kept moving with perfect tempo, edging to the back of the room before spinning her around in a perfect twirl, once, twice, three times.
Then he let her fall, before catching her at the last possible second.
Coco was off balance, her head less than an inch away from the door, and her body only supported by his firm, powerful grip.
Jaune leaned down until their faces were millimeters apart.
"They say dance is the vertical expression of horizontal desire," he murmured, so close that she could taste him "but I prefer getting my rocks off the old fashioned way."
Then he pounced.
His mouth met hers and everything else faded away.
She felt him edge her backwards, until she was pinned against the door, muffling her moans as Jaune nibbled on her lower lip, cupping her breast with one hand while the other wrapped behind her neck. Her fingers dug into his wide, strong back as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. But by the Gods, she didn't want him to stop!
The depth of her desire for this Adonis of man was utterly foreign – she'd never felt anything like it. There was none of the thrill that came from dominating another girl, none of the heartache she felt for Velvet, only an overwhelming urge to obey. To submit. To be owned.
In his arms she felt powerless and precious all at once. Dominated, delicate, desired, and, above all, his.
An insane thought occurred to her, somewhere in that incoherent bliss:
Jaune was the only man who had ever made her feel like a woman.
And as mad as that sounded… it felt so… right .
The blond pulled away from her lips, and Coco let out a needy whine as her Alpha sunk his teeth into her collarbone, grinding her hips against his as her fingers clawed desperately into his back and his hot breath tickled her neck.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh God, oh God Jaune right there!"
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK
…
' OH, MOTHERFUCKER!'
That bitch had kept her word and forced them apart the moment she caught wind of what they were doing.
Jaune had collected himself quickly enough to look vaguely presentable, although the ruffled hair, flushed lips and wrinkles in his clothes still gave them away.
Coco glared daggers at the older woman as she marched them to the checkout, took their money and ushered the young couple out the door.
Jaune's eyes were the only thing that gave him away – those deep, powerful blue eyes that brimmed with lust and rage as violent as a hurricane.
His body language was deceptively calm and his tone was playful as they left the store, several new bags in tow.
"Thanks for the fashion lesson, Coco," he said. "Now I'll never need to do that again."
Coco snickered.
He looked at her, mildly annoyed.
"What?"
"You think we're done?" She teased.
"...You're kidding."
Coco smiled wide as she walked beside him.
"Jaune, we just got formal clothes." She said, " There's still casual, semi-casual, business casual, sportswear-"
"-You can't seriously want to go to another store."
She didn't.
She wanted Jaune to drag her out of the mall and fuck her until she couldn't walk right. She wanted him to lose control and ravish her right here, right now, in front of everyone. She wanted to see his iron will buckle, to know that she had driven him as mad as he drove her before he demolished her body and mind with his long, hard cock.
But she wasn't going to tell him that. After all, that was half the fun; she didn't want to give herself over, she wanted him to take her .
"Oh, don't give me that look," she teased, flaunting her cleavage. "This is supposed to be fun ."
Jaune took a long, deep breath.
"…You get one more stop." He said, in a tone that brokered no argument.
Coco beamed at him.
"One more," she breathed. "What to do, what to do?"
She could take him down to that surf shop on the other side of the complex — the employees looked high, and even if they weren't, they seemed least likely to care if two customers started fucking in their store. She had already picked out a new bikini just because of how much Jaune liked it, but maybe she could find a suit he liked even more.
As Coco contemplated various cockteasing strategies, the pair walked past a Mistrali BBQ restaurant with an open bar and grill. The smell of fried rice and roasted meat wafted into the air.
Grrrrrroooooooowwwwwwllllll
Jaune blushed faintly as his stomach roared — since Coco wasn't on the menu just yet, his other appetites were taking their chance to be satisfied.
Coco looked at him incredulously.
"…You're really still hungry?" She asked.
Jaune grinned. "Can we make that two stops?"
Coco sighed. "Drop our stuff off at your car. I'll get us a table."
The blond leaned in for a quick peck on the lips.
"Thanks, babe." he said, before disappearing into the crowd.
Coco stood still for a moment as she felt that odd fluttering in her chest again.
"…I actually like this guy, don't I?" She whispered.
The fashionista didn't have much time to sort out her feelings — within a few minutes of being seated the Arc was sliding into the booth across from her.
"That didn't take long." Coco said. "How far away did you park?"
"Not that far," Jaune lied.
Coco had arrived at the mall after he did and had kept an eye out for his distinctive white van — the Arc mobile was nowhere to be found. The other parking lot was on the far side of the building.
"Let me guess," Coco whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. "Super speed is another one of your powers, isn't it?"
Jaune's eyes narrowed.
"Another power?" He asked.
Coco cocked her sunglasses to reveal a knowing look.
"Come on, dude, give me some credit." Coco said. "Remember our first time together? You hit me, then instantly healed the wound?"
Jaune looked around carefully, to make sure nobody heard them — the din of the restaurant was loud, and the pair of them had kept their voices low.
"…I was hoping you'd forget that." He confessed.
Coco shrugged.
"I almost did." She admitted. "It was hard to think about anything after how hard you made me cum — but when the same memory plays on a loop for days you start remembering things you didn't the first time around."
She paused for a moment, before letting out a fake laugh to distract any eavesdroppers and then leaning in if she was whispering a private joke into his ear.
"Your hand really did glow, didn't it?" She asked nervously. "I wasn't sure if I made that part up."
Jaune smiled for any onlookers, playing along with her ruse, before gently taking her hand in his. He brushed his strong, callused fingers over her palm as a familiar energy poured into her.
It was faint, and it wasn't visible, but she could feel the connection between her soul and his — strong, yet gentle, and as bright as a star.
'Yeah.' He mouthed.
Coco rubbed her legs together as the familiar warmth spread down her arm and began pooling in her core, but said nothing. There would be time for questions later.
"I'll explain later." Jaune promised. "But you can't tell anyone."
"I won't." Coco said solemnly.
Then she caught him off guard again.
"I should have known something was special about you from the start." Coco murmured. "…Velvet did. She's a hell of a lot smarter than I am."
Jaune looked at her seriously. "How exactly would Velvet know that I'm 'special'?"
Coco grinned. "She loves you." She said, as if that explained everything. "Even if she doesn't know why you're different, she must have sensed that you are — someone as incredible as she is wouldn't fall head over heels for a normal guy."
Jaune shook his head, even as his shadow preened.
"I don't have super speed, by the way." He said, as his stomach growled again. "You'd be surprised how fast you can book it when you're hungry."
Right on cue, the waiter arrived at their table, but instead of taking their order he came over with a full rack of ribs and all the trimmings.
"Enjoy," he said, before leaving the young couple alone.
Coco chuckled as the Arc's mouth watered. "I ordered for you while you were out." She said, taking her drink and salad. "Hope you don't mind."
"This is the best date I've ever had." Jaune said, before digging in.
The brunette watched, fascinated, as the bulky blond devoured the meal before him. His table manners were passable, but he tore meat from bone quickly and efficiently, until the entire morsel had been stripped bare.
He was more than halfway done in minutes.
"You're a freak of nature, you know that?"
Jaune paused, before wiping his mouth with a napkin and switching over to the fried rice.
"I'm fully aware." He said, between mouthfuls. "I see you're on your 4th shot of espresso for the day."
Coco shook her head. "Nope, not even close." She said, " I had a whole pot before we even got started."
"Holy hell," Jaune muttered. "How are you not wired right now?"
"You get used to it." Coco said. "I practically live off the stuff — I wasn't kidding earlIer about not liking coffee being a deal breaker. If you were any less of a stud I would have dropped you then and there."
"Uh huh," Jaune said skeptically. "So, are you going to be able to fall asleep tonight?"
Coco started playing footsie with him under the table.
"Oh, I'm sure someone will find a way to tucker me out." She teased.
Jaune slowed down as the girl's flirtatious movements started revving up a different appetite.
"So," Coco said, "tell me about the other women you're dating."
"Fucking," Jaune corrected, with a cocky grin. "This is the first "date" I've been on since 8th grade. And gentlemen don't kiss and tell."
Coco looked at him with smoldering eyes. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Jaune's cock twitched eagerly at the memory of Amber and Willow sharing him - and the thought of having all four of his personal whores at once.
"Maybe if you're good," he conceded.
Coco looked at him innocently. "I think I've been a very good girl."
Jaune laughed as one of the naughtiest women he knew played the part of an innocent school girl – she might have fooled him if he didn't know better.
"Well, since you've sort of met Cinder, I guess I can at least show you her." Jaune said. Unlike with the Xiao Longs, he didn't have to track down a clean photo – his first conquest was more than happy being shown off, and even if she wasn't Coco was going to see her naked sooner or later.
Jaune pulled up an image Cinder had sent him from the shower. Coco caught one glimpse of the steamy seductress and snatched the scroll out of his hands.
She let out a long, low whistle.
Cinder was as hot as she sounded - with a perfect hourglass figure and the sluttiest smile on her face as she blew the camera a kiss.
"...You're a total fucking stud, you know that?" She said, "Where the hell did you meet her ?"
'And how can I get there?'
"She's a college girl, a few years older than we are." Jaune said. "I ran into her by chance and we hit it off."
"That's one way of putting it." Coco said, as she noticed the highlight reel of nearby photos at the bottom of the screen. Jaune hadn't meant to show her those, but he kept all his nudes in one folder and several of them were only one swipe away.
The fashionista didn't dare move her fingers for fear of Jaune realizing his mistake and snatching the scroll away, but she soaked up all she could from the miniaturized photos. Half of them were Cinder in various states of undress, but one was a topless close up of a tanned, tight bodied girl - a classic gym bunny with a cute face and perky breasts. Another showed an older Atlesian woman doing a full split, nude , showing off her full figure and pretty pink pussy in all their glory. Coco was vaguely reminded of Weiss Schnee, oddly enough, although Ice Queen didn't have tits like that .
Even though she couldn't make out the finer details, she instantly recognized the look of abject devotion on both girls' faces – an expression of total submission and desperate want, begging for the attention of the Alpha that had redefined their lives.
Just like her.
'Oh fuck,' Coco thought, rubbing her legs together anxiously.
"I'm banging one other coed," Jaune said, not missing how worked up Coco was getting, " and a hot MILF who's aged like fine wine."
'Fuck yeah she has,' Coco thought - desperate to get a closer look.
"They're a little more shy than Cinder is," he said, ghosting a hand up her arm as he moved to take his scroll back. "But I'll float the idea of a threeway, see if they're interested. Those are the only other women I'm doing now."
Before he could take it back his scroll started vibrating.
You have 1new message from Nora Valkyrie
Coco flicked it open and was dumbstruck by what she saw.
…
…
…
"Is that a… sloth?" Coco asked, staring at the bizarre meme with a confused expression.
RNJR DANGER
LilRedReaper
Do u guyz hav any plans toDay?
ℚUEEN of the ?
[SLOTH MEME]
Oh, you know, just hanging around.
…
Real_Ninja is typing…
…
…
Real_Ninja
Yang is a bad influence on you.
LilRedReaper
That joke doesn't work, Nora!
Teh sloth isn't even in the tree!
ℚueen of the Castle
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[MFW I'M TOO LAZY TO COME UP WITH A BETTER JOKE
The_Arc_Knight
Lol
Coco was utterly lost, but for some reason Jaune seemed to think it was hysterical. He fought back a laugh, but wasn't able to wipe the amused smile off his face.
"I don't get it."
Jaune shook his head. "Oh, it's just Nora being retarded in the groupchat, as usual."
The affection he poured into that casual insult caught Coco's interest.
"You and Shorty are pretty close, huh?"
The blond shrugged. "She's a good friend."
'She's a gorgeous little shortstack with great tits and an ass that won't quit.'
Coco licked her lips –when it came to Miss Valkyrie's figure, she and Jaune's Shadow were on the exact same wavelength.
"You know," she drawled meaningfully, making sure she had his attention. "She totally has the hots for you."
Jaune scoffed.
"I just told you, we're friends." He said firmly.
Coco chuckled. "Friends who were shamelessly eyeing each other up last Friday."
The Arc shifted uncomfortably.
"You all were half naked," Jaune countered. " Everyone was checking each other out."
Coco smiled at his willful blindness. Everyone on set had ogled the Calendar Girls… but the girls only had eyes for Jaune .
"Anyway, it's perfectly normal for two good looking people to check each other out." Jaune continued. Sure, Nora teased him every once in a while, but he knew she was just playing around. "Acknowledging that your friend is sexy as hell doesn't magically change how you feel about them."
"So, friendzone aside, you admit that Valkyrie is a total fox."
Jaune let out an annoyed grunt.
"Coco, I'm not blind." He said.
"Well, you're acting like it." She shot back.
"Does the name Lie Ren mean anything to you?"
Coco rolled her eyes. "Let me think… the Mistrali pretty boy who hasn't made a move on shortstacked for years?"
"The guy Nora is hopelessly in love with." Jaune corrected.
Coco hummed thoughtfully. "Well… all's fair in love and war."
Jaune was at his wit's end.
"No."
Coco pouted. "Come on, big guy, you know you want to-"
"I said NO."
Jaune didn't raise his voice, but there was a dangerous edge in every word he spoke — the rumbling of a powerful Alpha male warning an intruder to back off.
Coco stopped talking.
"I'm not the easiest guy to be friends with," he said. "I'm fucked up in ways that most people can't fathom. Do you know what it's like, living in a world of cardboard, knowing full well that you could break anyone, any time, any wayyou wanted to? Knowingthat part of you wants it, KNOWING that at any moment you could let yourself turn into a COMPLETE MONSTER, and NO ONE would be able to stop you?"
The young woman trembled as his words reverberated in her bones, pinned down by the overwhelming pressure radiating out of him, and the raw intensity in his eyes.
The patrons around them shifted nervously, struck with a sudden sense of danger, although none of them were quite sure why.
Coco, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was dealing with.
She didn't know what a 'Blessed' was, or how to sense aura, or even what aura was, but she had felt his semblance and touched Jaune's soul. She was attuned to it now, she could feel it flaring up – an irresistible force that stormed inside of him, itching to get out.
"Jaune-" she whispered, "I-"
"-But for some ungodly reason , Ren and Nora trust me. " He said. "They were there for me when almost no one else was. When I lost my family, when I pushed away my closest friend, when I was hanging on to my sanity by a fucking thread , two idiot kids decided to sit across from me and Rubes at lunch."
He took a long, deep breath as his aura retreated. The storm clouds cleared.
When he spoke again, his voice was calm.
"I can have any woman I want. I know that. I know Nora Valkyrie is a perfect 10. But Ren is my friend, and Nora is crazy about him. I'm not going to ruin their happy ending just to get my rocks off."
Coco swallowed.
"Jeez, dude, I was just making an observation," she said lightly, pretending that her heart wasn't hammering against her ribs. "It's not like they're married . They aren't even together ."
Jaune grinned wryly. "Not yet." He agreed. "But I've seen the way Ren looks at her — he likes her at least as much as I do. He'll come around sooner or later, and in the meantime he has dibs."
"Funny," Coco said bitterly, "So did I — that didn't stop you from taking Vel away from me."
…
Coco looked down in shame, afraid to meet his eyes. She hadn't meant to say that.
She felt a strong hand reach over to cup her cheek. He tilted her head up to look at her, wiping away the small of tears beading at the edge of her eyes.
She met his gaze slowly. There was no hint of aggression — only compassion. Pity.
Her eyes darted away from his, furious that anyone would ever dare look at her like that . Furious at herself for needing it.
"How long have you loved her?" He asked.
Coco gave him a watery smile.
"I don't know," she admitted. "I don't think anyone ever really knows for sure — feelings tend to sneak up on you."
She raised a hand to pull his away, only to wrap her smaller, nimbler fingers around his own, holding him tight.
Jaune nodded in understanding, gently toying with the longest strand of her hair.
"When did you know?" He asked.
Coco brightened up at the memory, as her smile took on a goofy, love struck expression.
"Junior prom." She said slowly. "I'd never forget that."
Jaune continued to coax her gently, stroking her cheek.
"What happened?"
"…It was the last dance of the night," Coco said slowly. The words tumbled out of her mouth, desperate to get out, but they were unsure and clumsy. It was a story she constantly thought of but seldom told. In fact, she had only told it once .
"Velvet was standing by the punchbowl as the lights dimmed — she came alone, and spent the whole night taking photos. I brought Ella Umber, a senior I'd wanted to get in bed with for the better part of a semester, and then spent the whole night kicking myself for being too much of a chicken to ask her ."
Coco let out a self-deprecating laugh.
"That should have been my first clue." She said. "When have I ever been scared to ask someone out?"
Part of her had known, even then, that if Velvet knew how she really felt and still said no, it would crush her.
Jaune smiled reassuringly, giving her time to breathe. Her lips were trembling .
"Did you at least score with your date?" He joked.
"I wish." Coco said, laughing faintly. "Bitch was just trying to make her ex-boyfriend jealous… Maybe I could've won her over, if I had been on my A-game. But I was…" she chose her words carefully. "…distracted."
She bit her lip.
"Velvet was so fucking pretty." She whispered. "I knew that before — the first time I laid eyes on her I knew she was cute as a button, knew that I had to have her. But when I started putting out feelers, she didn't even notice. Just my luck, straight as an arrow. I saw her check out guys, but never a single girl. Never me."
Jaune couldn't help himself.
"Who was she looking at?"
Coco looked up, surprised at the possessive tone in his voice.
The blond pulled away, rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"Sorry." He said. "That slipped out."
"Jealous?" She teased. "I guess we have that in common. Don't worry — she has a thing for the strong, silent type."
The tall, muscle bound hunk in front of her shrugged disarmingly, "This isn't about me."
"I didn't say it was." Coco said. " I said she has a type. I didn't say you were the only one."
A list of potential rivals instantly flashed before his eyes. Coco laughed at the irrepressible twinge of irritation that marred his face.
"Looks like we're both crazy about her." She said. " Are you sure you don't want her in your harem?"
Jaune muttered something unintelligible under his breath.
"Anyway, you were saying?" He deflected.
Coco looked down. "Right… the dance…"
The phantom feeling of her friend in her arms, her lithe body pressed against her own, and the image of her smiling gaily as the dim light of the chandeliers graced her face.
"I- I asked her to dance." Coco said. "As friends."
The word clung ambivalently to her tongue — the sweetest and bitterest thing that she'd ever had to swallow.
"…She let me pick out her outfit that night — a skintight black cocktail dress with rhinestones sewn in that glittered like stars when she moved. I told her it was beautiful — I should have said she was beautiful — and I wasn't going to let her go to all that trouble to look nice without having any fun."
Coco was staring at Jaune, but she wasn't looking at him anymore — she was back on the dance floor on that warm spring night.
" I am having fun, Coco! " Velvet protested, clinging on to her camera.
"I knowyou are." Coco said, gently putting her hands over Velvet's as she set the instrument down on the table. "But you have to step out of your comfort zone once in a while."
"But-"
"Bun-bun, trust me. Just one dance."
"…Alright."
"I- I dragged her on to the dance floor, and then-," she murmured, breath hitching. "And then…"
"...God, Jaune, have you ever seen her move? She's so shy, so gentle, that you can almost forget the kind of body she has — elegant, graceful, lovelier with every step. In less than a minute she was leading me — pulling all kinds of crazy gymnast shit that I could barely keep up with." Coco sighed. "She looked like an angel…"
Coco's head spun as the music stopped and the clock struck midnight.
Velvet was standing before her, grinning like a loon. She did one last playful pirouette before bringing herself to a standstill.
The rest of the class was staring at them — the faint sheen of sweat on their foreheads, the brilliant smile on the wallflower's face.
Velvet noticed their wandering eyes, but instead of shrinking from it she welcomedit, giving her audience a deep bow, like a gymnast who had just naileda routine.
No one who saw thatcould ever doubt she was beautiful again.
Coco's breath caught as her friend dragged her towards the parking lot, giggling in pure joy.
"That was amazing, Coco!" She beamed.
"Yeah," the brunette muttered breathlessly, uncharacteristically shy.
Velvet bounced with energy, shuffling from foot to foot like an energetic bunny before springing in for a hug.
Coco melted in her arms.
"Thank you." Velvet said gently, holding her tight. "You're a great friend."
She pulled back, still smiling, waiting for Coco to say something…
…
…
" ..I wanted to kiss her so badly." Coco breathed. "More than I'd ever wanted anything in my life."
"Why didn't you?"
There was no judgment in Jaune's voice — if anyone in the world could understand, it was him.
"Because I knew she didn't want me to." She croaked. "Because I knew she didn't think of me like that. Because I knew… I knew I would never love anyone like her again. So I had to wait, hope… pray that someday, somehow, I would get a chance."
She looked down at the table, and noticed a few stray drops of water. She took her glasses off, wiped her hand over her eyes and felt tears.
She let out a broken laugh and buried her head in her arms.
"God," she said, her muffled voice spreading across the table. " I sound so pathetic."
Suddenly, her beret came off and a warm, strong hand was resting gently on her head.
She looked up into a kind face and bright blue eyes.
"You sound human, Coco."
She let out a sniffle, and thought maybe, just maybe, it was okay if she was weak — because Jaune was strong enough for the both of them.
"Are you alright, miss?" The waiter said.
He had come back to check on them as soon as he saw her crying, and was awkwardly looking at Jaune. He was obviously terrified of the larger, stronger male, and bracing himself for a pummeling if he had to get between him and her.
The tables around them were deathly quiet.
…
'They think Jaune made me cry.'
Well, he did, in a roundabout way.
They hadn't overheard the context, and it was pretty clear what kind of conclusions they were jumping to. The braver onlookers were glaring at him, while hoping he wouldn't notice.
Jaune didn't notice — either that or he didn't care. All he cared about was that she was okay.
'…Idiot.'
She pulled herself back and put in her most photogenic smile.
"I'm good." She said, "Great, actually. I just… really needed to get some things off my chest."
She fluttered her eyelashes at Jaune, aware of the prying eyes around them, carefully playing the part of the volatile love struck girl.
"Thanks, babe," she said, before leaning in and giving him a long, loving kiss.
…Coco knew how to sell an image.
The waiter looked jealous and relieved in equal measure.
"Good to hear," he said, before dropping a slip of paper on the table. "Here's the bill when you're ready… n-no, rush…"
He took one last look before scurrying off
It took several minutes for the onlookers to lose interest — during that time Coco played the part of an obsessed girlfriend, abandoning her half eaten meal to switch seats so could sit next to Jaune, snuggling into his side and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. She even started feeding him, in the most obnoxious lovey-dovey couple way she could think of.
"You're laying it on a little thick, babe ," he whispered, as she flew the airplane towards his mouth.
"I'm doing this for you, darling," she shot back, as he swallowed everything on the spoon anyway. Fucking glutton. "Do you want me to come off as clingy or do you want the entire restaurant to think you're an abusive asshole?"
Jaune sighed. "They already think that." He muttered. "There's no point trying to change their minds. They think I cheated on you, or hit you, or something, and you're too into me to care."
Coco smirked at him.
"Well, technically -" she teased.
"-That doesn't count!" Jaune hissed under his breath. "We weren't ever sleeping together then. Besides, you hit me first."
Coco giggled, fully aware of how fucked up that would have sounded out of context.
…Or in context. Maybe she was too into it to care?
Coco moved her hand down his thigh, inches away from his bulging cock.
"So, boyfriend," she said sultrily, nibbling on his ear, "which girl are you going to cheat on me with next?"
Jaune's hips bucked involuntarily before he grabbed her hand and held it still.
"Coco," he said, voice low and gravelly. "Stop. It."
He was about to snap.
Coco grinned eagerly and nuzzled against his neck.
"Oh, don't hold out on me, lover boy." She teased. "We both want this."
She trembled slightly when she heard him growl.
"We can keep Nora out of it, if that makes you feel better." She said, "And we'll table Velvet for now. But what about Ruby?"
Jaune tensed.
Coco smiled.
"You like that idea, don't you?" She whispered. " She was the one that set you off the last time I teased you, wasn't she? We're you thinking about her cute, innocent face when you raped my slutty mouth?"
The blond bit back a groan.
"Coco," he warned.
She moved her hand down so it was right over his shaft, before sliding it up and down a slow, gentle stroke.
"You're so fucking hard," she moaned, "is that really all for me?"
"Are you crazy?" Jaune asked. "We're in public ."
Coco giggled. "How often do you stare at people making out in public? Everyone's been tuning us out for a while now - and they'll keep doing it if you don't make a scene."
Of course, it was hard not to make a scene when she was deliberately pushing his buttons. Coco might have acquired a new appreciation for being a bottom, but part of her couldn't pass up the opportunity to make her lover squirm .
Jaune didn't seem to appreciate the half-assed, hidden handjob.
"When we get out of here," he said, gripping the table tightly, "I'm going to bend you over my knee."
Coco winked at him. " I'm looking forward to it. But, once you're done with me, are you really going to be satisfied?"
Jaune squeezed the table hard as he tried to center himself.
Coco grinned. "It's obvious you and Rose adore each other." She said, rubbing him more quickly. "How many times have you fantasized about pinning her down and breaking that sweet virgin pussy in?"
Jaune bit his lip.
A lot.
Several times a day, every day, for the last couple years, not that he was keeping score.
"You barely… know her…" Jaune forced out, "how can you… tell… she's a… virgin?"
Coco smiled wide, knowing she finally had him.
"Isn't it obvious?" she murmured. "She's saving herself for you."
Coco's hand stopped moving. Jaune had immobilized her wrist with reserves of mental strength that neither of them knew he had. Trying to be discreet, he slowly raised her hand off the table, and held it firmly on his own, keeping it pinned.
To the outside world it looked like they were holding hands - but she couldn't jerk him off any more without twisting around to use her other hand, which would expose them instantly.
The beautiful brunette pouted once she realized the blond had outplayed her.
Again.
As the fog of lust dissipated, Jaune's better nature continued to reassert more and more control.
"Ruby Rose," he said softly, "is the most precious person in my life. And she is Off. Limits."
…Coco wasn't sure which of them he was trying to convince.
Either way, she knew she wasn't going to change his mind any time soon.
"Okay, tough guy, I get it." she said, raising her free arm to rest her elbow on the table, and set her cheek on her palm. "We'll leave your sweet little flower alone."
'Goddamn right you will.'
"But how about her smoking hot sister-
"-No."
Okay. That was a hard no - there had to be a story there. Coco knew Jaune wanted Yang, but she wasn't going to push her luck asking about it.
"How 'bout her sister's equally hot friends?"
Jaune hesitated for a moment.
Coco grinned. So there was something special about Yang. The blonde's friends, on the other hand, weren't quite as protected.
"...Blake and Weiss are seeing people." He said, without any of the oomphhe'd brought for the pair of sisters. "I don't want to break anyone up-"
"-Pyrrha's single."
She watched as his pupils dilated.
'Warmer… warmer… warmer…'
Jaune wanted to fuck Pyrrha - he wanted to fuck her hard. And, unlike the others, he didn't have many good reasons notto.
Not any reasons he'd share with her, anyway.
"She's a nice girl," he said, after a long pause. "I don't want to get her into trouble."
"My god, Jaune," Coco said irritably. "How many hoops does a girl have to jump through before you'll sleep with her?!"
That last part came out a little louder than she thought it would.
The crowd was looking at them again, although this time their judgment had shifted. She was sure they were whispering about her being some crazy slut now instead of Jaune being a jerk.
They weren't wrong.
"I'm going to take a leak," Jaune said, standing up. Coco moved out of his way and watched as he weaved through various patrons, hiding his boner with the skill of an expert.
He might have fooled some strangers, but his lover knew exactly what to look for.
'Good luck pissing with that, ' she thought irritably, stabbing into her salad. She didn't think men could pee with a hard-on – then again she'd never had to try.
…
…He should have been using that monster on her .
Whatever he was doing in there didn't take very long, because soon enough he was back at her side, although their positions had been reversed. Now Jaune was in the aisle and Coco was the one boxed in on the wall.
In less than a minute his hand was gliding up and down her leg.
She trembled under his touch.
Well, fair enough, turnabout was fair play. She was more than ready to go home and get naked, but if he wanted to stroke her cunt through her clothes as a warm up, she wasn't in any position to complain about it. She sighed in delight as he put pressure over her gusset, then slid up to her waist band and-
"-Aaaaaaaaah ."
Coco looked up at him, mortified, as he slipped a hand into her panties.
"What are you doing ?" She hissed, as he lightly massaged her labia.
'Oh, God, that feels soooooo goooooooood! '
Jaune shot her a cocky smirk.
"You said I could fingerbang you under the table," he reminded her. "Figured I'd take you up on that."
"That was a… warning …" she wheezed, as he slipped the first knuckle of his index finger inside her. "Not an… invitation …"
"I feel pretty invited," Jaune teased, as her hot juices started dripping down his digits.
Coco rolled her hips against his hand as he rubbed her clit with his palm. His fingers felt so much better than hers - longer, stronger, thicker. But just as skilled.
'No,' she thought, whimpering as he put pressure onto her g-spot. ' Better .'
Jaune knew her insides better than she did.
Her cheeks flushed, and her nipples hardened.
"You… fucker …" she moaned helplessly, as her cunt tightened around him. "Someone will… see ."
"That didn't stop you, did it?"
At least she kept things above his clothes.
" Haven't you ever heard of plausible deniabilit -?"
Coco let out a strangled cry as a second finger slipped inside.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
She was panting, hard, and her body was trembling everywher . She wouldn't blame someone for thinking she was hyperventilating, if they could see what was going on below the waist.
"Oh fuuuuck…. Jauuuune," she breathed. "I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyy."
"Why are you sorry?"
Her breath hitched. He was thrusting in faster now. Deeper.
SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK.
"I was a bad girl." She whined. "I-I shouldn't have teased you-OH!"
She gripped her coffee mug with both hands, until her knuckles turned white.
Jaune kept staring down at her with that damnable smirk of his!
She leaned back, resting her head on his shoulder, eyes darting between his chiseled jaw and the expert motion of his arm.
"P-please, J-Jaune." she begged. "Don't make me cum. Don't make me cum!"
The thought of being exposed as his personal slut wasn't turning her off at all! The more she thought about it, about the entire bar seeing her spread bare as Jaune ruthlessly dominated her pussy was making her hotter and hotter by the second!
Jaune looked infuriatingly calm.
Unlike Coco, he had the presence of mind to shift his posture, shielding his actions from view with his large, muscular build. If any busybodies were still paying attention, all they would see was an attentive young man turning his back to the world to focus on his lovely companion.
If they saw Coco's face, on the other hand, they would know in an instant.
The proud beauty had buried her face in his chest and was biting his shirt to hide her moans.
"Mhm….. Ahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn, MMMMMMMMMMHMMMM!'
The spit marks would be hard to explain afterwards, but he'd come up with something.
"You're such a hot slut, Coco." He said soothingly, as he slipped a third finger into her.
Her eyes widened.
"You're pussy's so tight and wet for me," he said, as his fingers drove faster and deeper.
"It's…. Your fault…." she whined. "You… did this to me…."
SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK.
"I know. And I'll take care of you," he said, pressing his lips against her temple.
Coco almost lost it. He had edged her for so long the last time he went down on her that she hadn't realized how quickly he could make her cum when he wanted to. He had pushed her to her limit in minutes .
…Or maybe it had been hours. She honestly couldn't tell anymore – she couldn't think about anything except how good he was making her feel.
" Jaune ." She cried, holding on for dear life while her body shook with need.
But she didn't cum.
Not yet.
It was as if their roles from the lost and found were refused – Jaune was furiously pleasuring her into madness and she was the one trying to keep herself off the precipice.
All she knew now was that she couldn't let herself finish.
She had forgotten the crowd. She had almost forgotten her own name. But she remembered that.
"Aaaaaaaah….."
"Ooooooooohh….."
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck….."
"Yessssssss ."
She couldn't keep her mouth closed any more, but the faint whining and gasping was a hell of a lot better than the wanton moaning her body wanted.
"You have an amazing body, and such a perfect little cunt." Jaune grunted. "And you're still trying to tempt me with other girls."
Coco looked up at her man, confused.
She… she wasn't.
No. She was. Wasn't she?
SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK. SHLICK.
"Just let me focus on you ." He said. "Let me use you. I want you."
Coco's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he savaged all of her sweet spots at once.
"God…. Jaaaaaauuuuune !…. I…. want… you. Need… you …
SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK!
The Arc leaned in and stared into her eyes as she broke.
"You're mine."
"I'm yours!" Coco whimpered. "Yours! Yours! Yours! Yours! Yours! I'm… Jaune's …. I'm… Jaune – Jaune, I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cuMMMMMMMMMMMHHHMMMMMMMMM !"
Jaune put his lips over hers at the last possible moment, savoring the delicious sound of her moaning into his mouth.
When she came back down Coco heard voices behind her.
"The guy's giving her tongue and everything," someone said disapprovingly. "Kids these days. Can't keep their hands to themselves."
"Shit, with a woman like that, who can blame him?"
She blushed.
They… they had no idea .
She glared at him faintly as she went slack against his shoulder.
"You… used your… power again," she muttered dizzily. "Didn't you?"
Jaune smiled.
"Only after I made you cum." He teased. "I wanted to see if I could make the feeling more intense."
Coco's legs felt wet and sticky, and she knew without having to look that her favorite panties had been ruined .
"That's… cheating…" she panted.
Jaune smiled, then finished the last of his food, before licking his hands clean.
"All's fair in love and war."
Authors Note: The original story on Ao3 had images of sloth related memes embedded between Nora's text messages. doesn't allow for images to be mixed with text. I have tried to compensate and preserve as much of the weirdness as possible but some of the feel can't be perfectly recreated.