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“I just… I just think we should take our time, you know? I really like what we have, and I don’t want to risk making anything weird because we rushed things.”
Neo smiled, her hands in Jaune’s, her eyes captivated by his blue, soulful orbs. She’d never been in a relationship like this before, and really… she didn’t know if she could ever go back after this! Jaune had really spoiled her and made Neo realize just how good a relationship could be! He wasn't just about gaining advantage or plotting when they'd betray each other. He was actually nice to her because he wanted her to be happy! Nobody did things like that. But Jaune wasn't like anyone else.
And now, with Neo slipping him a note letting Jaune know that she was looking to go all the way with him, he was saying sweet and romantic words about Neo, instead of the usual “please don’t hurt me.” In fact, some of the words were things she actually wanted to remember, things like, “I really like what we have” and “I don’t think I’m ready for…”
Wait.
Wait.
Wait, hold on a second, was there… was he… did the words he was saying that Neo hadn’t been listening to, did they…
…
Was he saying “no?”
Neo blinked. Had she heard him right? This was why Neo was supposed to actually listen to words and not just go off the general vibe of things. That usually worked for shaking people down, but right now, she was putting together that Jaune wasn't… wasn’t actually saying the things he was supposed to say when Neo asked him if he wanted to fuck.
But no, that couldn't be right. The only people who said “no” to Neo were people Neo was about to kill, and Jaune wasn't that. Sometimes Roman said it, but he also wasn't Jaune. So something wasn't adding up here and Neo didn't like it. But that just meant she needed to get some more information, to clarify this matter, rather than just jump to stabbing.
She was that serious about Jaune.
Neo, a pasted on smile on her face, carefully took the pen and scratched out a quick message, then passed it towards him.
Jaune took up the note and read it carefully. He was so cute when he was thinking about things, the way he pursed his lips and let his eyes dart back and forth. He was so smart and so cute and Neo just knew that it wasn't in his character to do something so heartless and-
“Are we fucking or not,” he read out loud, perfectly capturing the tone Neo had written it in, then looked to her, “Neo, I… just felt like we shouldn't rush into this. You're… you're a really special girl and I've already made a lot of mistakes by rushing into things when I wasn't ready. I want our relationship to work, for the long haul, and I just think that sex when we're not ready makes it harder for us…”
His words trailed off in Neo's ears as she tried to put together the, frankly insane, logic behind it.
Neo was offering to put out. No, that wasn’t even it. Neo was offering sex, and not just that she’d fuck Jaune until she was satisfied, she was offering him her body for his pleasure. As in, he’d enjoy himself too. He’d not only cum, Neo would lie in bed with him afterwards and just… she wasn’t sure. She’d never done this before. This was some crazy shit, the kind of thing she’d never offered a guy before. She was offering a mutually beneficial arrangement, that was how fucked up their relationship was.
And here he was saying “No Neo, I don’t want you to have the thing you want. I don’t even care that you’re making an extraordinary sacrifice for my sake and only want me to be happy. I’m just selfish like that.”
That was… that had to be a mistake! Her Jaune was not selfish and base like… like the Jaune in her head was being right now! But the Jaune in front of her was a lot more like the Jaune in her head and that just… it wasn't that it didn't make sense, it was that Neo didn't know how to make what made sense into something that made sense!
Neo only had one response to people who said no. Stab them. Or set them on fire. She'd broken a few kneecaps in her time. But that was along the same general angle rather than its own separate response. But that didn’t seem like the right thing to do right now when it was Jaune! She didn’t want to stab him! If anything, the issue was that he wasn’t stabbing her! So what was left, kidnap his loved ones? She was his loved one! She didn’t even know how she’d negotiate a hostage situation when she was a hostage.
Maybe ask Roman to stab him?
But no, Neo knew that she was on her own for this one. In matters of the heart, she could not bring in someone else to solve her problems. She had to fix this herself. Because this was important! This was the most important thing!
Nobody told Neo “No.” And it was very important that Jaune learned this lesson.
After all, what would it do if word got out that Neo was showing favoritism just because she was dating someone? Extremely unfair, and Neo was not biased!
“...and I think, when we're ready, we'll have a truly special and memorable first time! So, what do you say? …I mean, what- what do you think, not say.”
Oh, they would have a memorable first time.
It would be memorable indeed.
Becoming a Beacon student on a… bootstrap program meant that Jaune's life was very different from the one he led a few years ago. A lot more physical activity to keep himself in shape enough to endure the physically taxing work of being a professional monster slayer and a lot of being up at the crack of dawn to get those workouts in. Still, a year in, he was really starting to hold his own and that meant that these early morning workouts were becoming a regular and appreciated part of Jaune's day. It was a good time to be with his thoughts, and after his conversation with Neo last night, he needed some time to figure things out.
That was the crux of everything, wasn't it? Some time to figure things out. Rushing into Beacon had almost gotten him killed, but what he'd really learned was that, as the Leader of JNPR, Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora were counting on him. And if he hadn't been able to shape up, well… expulsion would have just been the right thing to do. As a Huntsman, Jaune had to learn to live for others, and as Neo's boyfriend, he knew he had a duty to her as well. He wanted to spend some time getting to really know her, figure out what the both of them wanted out of a relationship, and then they'd have sex. Something that mattered, for their bond, for both of them. Not just acting out of being horny and needing to get his dick wet. That was what Neo deserved.
She'd taken it pretty well, all things considered. She had been a little wary of the idea—which wasn't surprising, the criminal underworld wasn't exactly known for chastity—but Jaune had bought her an ice cream sundae and she had lit up with a thousand watt smile that told Jaune that everything was good. Even now, as his body rebelled against being up so early and he made his way across the track on his way to his locker, Jaune still felt that inner warmth from thinking about her smile.
But of course, at the outdoor track, Jaune saw that he wasn't the first one up. There was Pyrrha, of course, always first up and always so dutiful to her routine, running laps to get started. But… wasn't today a Tuesday, so… no, had to be Monday, Pyrrha was never off schedule.
Jaune waved as she drew closer. Pyrrha waved back. Man, it meant the world to Jaune that he got to see that smile… not the practiced, rehearsed smile Pyrrha had for the media, but the genuine smile of a friend who JUST TOOK HER TOP OFF?
Jaw dropping with absolute shock as Pyrrha simply whipped off her sports bra and cupped her naked breasts, raising them up to give Jaune a better view of them. Not that they needed a better view to tell that they were… fucking incredible breasts.
Pyrrha was genuinely as busty as Yang, a thought-destroying fact Jaune didn't often think of when he was so used to living with her like she was his eighth sister. But with her bra cast aside, Jaune couldn't not notice her boobs as she fearlessly presented them to him.
There were a lot of things Jaune should be thinking about at this moment, a lot of things he ought to be doing other than just staring, but right now, all he could think was that Pyrrha had very nice breasts. Lovely breasts. Very large breasts that she was, at this moment, without any fear, cupping and hefting, squeezing them against each other to better tantalize Jaune. And she was… she was very good at this. When did Pyrrha learn how to do this!
Smooshing her breasts together, she pushed them upwards, licking her lips salaciously as Jaune’s brain simply did not function. Pyrrha, however, had no difficulty smoothly pushing her nipples upwards… and then running her tongue around them in a slow, teasing figure 8. Jaune simply gawked. This wasn’t just out of character for Pyrrha, this was… this was completely the most impossible thing Jaune had ever experienced!
That thought finally cut through Jaune's logjammed brain as he ripped his eyes away from her breasts to stare intensely at her tiara. It wasn't much, but it was enough to unlock Jaune's words as he gasped out, “P-Pyrrha! What are- what are you doing?”
She just smiled at him, her eyes glittering mirthfully as she delighted in Jaune's confusion.
And then she shattered.
Jaune blinked in utter confusion as shards of red and gold and Pyrrha’s perfect, delectable skin tumbled to the ground in a clattering crash, only to vanish into nothing. Exactly like…
Exactly like… Neo’s Semblance.
A quick jab into his back made Jaune aware that she was also behind him.
He whirled, instinct telling him that no man should be caught staring at the image of a naked woman in front of his girlfriend, even if said girlfriend had been the one to conjure the image of a naked woman for reasons… he didn’t really grasp, but that only made it feel even more like a test he had just failed, and Neo was not… she was not a forgiving woman. She was, in spite of her cute exterior, a criminal enforcer who served as Roman Torchwick's right hand and someone who fought at the level of Team RWBY. Her anger could be… a problem.
Neo narrowed her eyes, folded her arms over her chest… and stuck out her tongue.
It was better than getting stabbed, but Jaune couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the prelude to getting stabbed, so his level of fear was not going down. He really didn't know why Neo had done this, meaning that Jaune had no idea what was coming next. But fortunately… given value of “fortunately,” of course… Neo held up a piece of paper that read…
“Are we fucking or not?”
Ah.
It appeared that Neo wasn't as okay with their conversation last night as Jaune had believed. He should have known that ice cream only displaced negative emotions, it didn't balance them out. Roman had told him as much early in their relationship.
So… she wasn’t happy with him. That was… that was what Jaune ought to expect for Neo's displeasure. His heart was still beating like crazy, so, yeah, she'd gotten him good for it. He just had to figure out how to show her that she'd extracted her punishment and then Jaune could go about his day without fear of whatever else she had in mind.
“Neo,” he said gravely, “I'm sorry I didn't realize your feelings on this. If I caused offense, I am really, genuinely sorry I hurt you, and I hope we can move forward from this. But I know now I have to do better to understand your needs in our relationship.”
But Neo just tilted her head in confusion… before jabbing her finger at the paper in her hand.
“Are we fucking or not?”
And while Jaune was attracted to Neo and genuinely was very sorry that he’d hurt her feelings… he still didn’t want to rush forward in this relationship. He might have been careless in telling Neo what he wanted last night, but in the morning… nothing had really changed. He still didn’t want to jeopardize his relationship with a hasty decision, just… this time he’d be a little more sensitive to Neo’s feelings.
“Well… no,” he said, hoping to get a conversation started.
Big mistake.
Jaune saw a blaze of fire in Neo’s eyes that grew brighter and brighter until actual flames were- oh, it was another illusion. A fact confirmed as the version of Neo wreathed in pink and brown flames shattered before his eyes, but it also confirmed that Neo was not going to handle this in anything like a reasonable fashion. She was angry and she wanted him to know it, which meant that there was definitely more coming down the line.
He was going to have to have a long talk with her about bodily autonomy and agency and she was a criminal enforcer and what was he thinking? Many of his decisions to date a known criminal were suddenly looking a lot less sensible than they had felt at the time. A lot less-
“Hello again!”
Jaune jumped as he heard Pyrrha's voice right behind him. The real Pyrrha, actually out for her morning workout and… wearing a very familiar sports bra that immediately had Jaune blushing.
The rest of Jaune’s day was an extension of that moment. Naturally, Neo wasn’t satisfied with just one jab, but instead, she had to make sure that Jaune got the full experience of her displeasure. And that meant she was going to throw everything she had at him.
Fortunately, now that Jaune knew to be looking for it, most of Neo's efforts weren't hard to spot. Nora didn't have blue hair, for instance… actually, come to think of it, Jaune shouldn't have assumed that wasn't a possibility with Nora. But it definitely meant that Jaune was prepared when “she” hiked up her skirt and flashed her pussy at him.
That didn't mean it wasn't a shock, suddenly being confronted with unexpected genitalia, but unlike with “Pyrrha” this morning, he pretty much immediately realized it was one of Neo's illusions. She shattered as soon as Jaune had called her out, but he knew that the rest of his day was going to look a lot more like this.
And Neo was thorough. She was a top level infiltrator and Beacon was not as secure as Jaune might have imagined it was before he was a student. Pretty much every time Jaune was on his own, Neo was there to beset him with a surprise sex show. Which made Jaune realize that he actually was away from his friends and teammates a lot more than he would have thought. A strategic vulnerability if someone was actually trying to hurt him instead of just popping up an illusion of Neon Katt deep-throating a sex toy. That experience mostly just told Jaune that Neo and Neon had apparently crossed paths at some point which was… an amusing thought.
There were, however, a few moments that had been more effective than Jaune had expected. Seeing Cinder Fall standing on the roof, on the other side of a window, watching him, had made his heart skip a beat. But as his adrenaline spiked and Jaune’s mind stalled out when it needed to move into action, she had put a finger to her lips to shush him… and then pulled down the top of her dress to expose her breast. It clicked pretty quickly after that that this was another illusion from Neo, but the sight of Cinder, and her the pale, milky skin of her breast, was seared into Jaune’s mind. Credit where credit was due… she’d gotten him good.
But most of the rest of Neo’s efforts was like what she’d done with Nora. The Malachite twins weren’t even supposed to be at Beacon, so Jaune knew they were an obvious illusion and to keep his guard up as they started making out. Weiss was rarely in the armory—her weapon needed professional maitenance—unless Ruby was there to drag her along, so Jaune knew it was an illusion as soon as he saw her white hair. When she pulled out a dildo, Jaune just rolled his eyes. Walking into the bathroom and seeing Ms. Goodwitch waiting for him in lingerie didn't even get a rise out of him. Well, it was… he wasn't blind, she did have… the important thing was that it was an obvious illusion that Jaune didn't even remotely fall for for even a moment. Especially because, like all of Neo's illusions, this “Ms. Goodwitch” couldn't talk. She could just… pose, seductively as Jaune just walked right past. Didn't even look beyond the… reasonable amount.
But while he couldn't deny that a day-long barrage of sexiness did get the sort of base reaction that Neo was going for, Jaune was mostly just annoyed. He was in a weird place where he was, at least, not getting clubbed with a baseball bat or stabbed over things, so he should be appreciating that Neo’s approach was entirely focused on trying to get him horny, but at the same time… it was just so blunt that it was almost insulting! What, did Neo think he was just some sort of caveman who would see a pretty lady and start grunting?
Eventually, she’d see that her strategy wasn’t working and switch to something else. But it was going to take a while, because Neo was nothing if not stubborn, and until she had her fill, she was going to keep sending illusions his way.
Right now, “Yang” and “Blake” were passionately making out, the Yang-illusion had the Blake-illusion pinned against the wall as she got Blake’s top off. Jaune didn’t give Neo even the satisfaction of gawking, or reacting at all as the two of them “burst” into the common space. Nope, Jaune just kept reading his textbook and never giving the scene more than an idle glance, because he was not going to let Neo win this. Even as the illusion kept upping the ante from a makeout session to Yang basically screwing Blake against the wall, Jaune wasn’t going to react to it with anything more than a momentary kudos for how detailed Neo’s illusion was. Nope, Jaune was just going to keep reading about the standard defenses of a fortified town as they just went to town on each other.
“Wooo,” Jaune said sarcastically, “Really giving me a-”
“HOLY FUCK, JAUNE!”
Jaune looked up, shocked that one of Neo’s illusions could…
Looking at the shocked faces of Blake and Yang, Blake blushing like mad as she covered her chest, Yang looking deeply pissed at him, it slowly dawned on Jaune that this time… it wasn’t an illusion. They just thought they had the room because their noisy, shameless making out would normally get a reaction and not just… Jaune sitting there without reacting.
“What the fuck,” Yang spat, “Couldn’t you fucking say something instead of just watching like a creep?”
“I wasn't-”
“Well- well show's over!” Yang said, her usual bravado overcome by a sudden, bright red blush as she hurriedly looked away from Jaune and said, “C'mon Blake, let's get out of here!”
He might have been able to force together a defense, that they were the ones engaging in PDA and that they’d basically thrust their relationship on him, but at the moment, Jaune was too tongue tied about trying to explain how his secret girlfriend was using illusions to get him horny as punishment for wanting to wait to have sex. Considering said girlfriend was one of Yang’s personal nemeses, it was…
If there was one thing Jaune was getting pretty good at, it was realizing when there was no winning move in front of him. And right now, as Blake and Yang stormed off, Jaune could only sigh and go back to studying.
“...but what the Mistralian Expeditionary Force did not anticipate was the intensity of an early Valean winter! The Mistralian force did have an opportunity to cut their losses, however…”
Pen scratching away across his notepad, Jaune did his best to keep up with Oobleck’s recounting of the First Sanus War. He was getting used to the particular quirks of his professors here at Beacon, but it was still work. To his left, he could hear Ruby frantically scribbling away, though with Ruby, her taking notes always kind of sounded like that, even in Port's class where no notes were ever necessary. But to his right, even Pyrrha's always graceful, flowing handwriting had to keep pace with Oobleck’s rapid fire string of dates and locations.
But even as his mind and wrist were taxed… nothing could really distract him from where his thoughts were at the moment.
It would take a lot to take Jaune's mind off what he'd been seeing the last few days.
Jaune had to admit… Neo’s illusions might have been a little artless in her strategy, but his mind wasn’t letting him forget what he’d seen. Plus, Yang getting rough with Blake when they thought they were alone, overpowering her partner, pinning her against the wall, that… that was fruitful for his imagination. Really fruitful.
But he wasn’t giving in to temptation. No, Jaune’s time at Beacon had taught him to harden up, to will down the part of him that wanted everything to be easy, the part of him that only thought in terms of immediate gratification. He’d learned to knuckle down, to train and study and become the best Huntsman he could be!
“But by November, the total breakdown of the Mistralian supply lines left forces stranded across three major locations!”
Jaune made a quick sketch of the map Oobleck was scribbling on the board. It was an animated lecture, even by Oobleck’s standards, but Jaune had to admit, it was pretty interesting… where he could follow it. Helped take his mind off of the dual threats of what his girlfriend might do and what Yang might do. On that front, at least, Jaune felt like he'd been mostly forgiven—Yang and Blake both seemed cross with him, but they could have told Ruby and Weiss by now. They probably realized they didn't come off as an innocent party if they told the story, not to mention, neither of them could meet his gaze without blushing. So that was a positive.
And also, Jaune knew that Neo couldn't do anything right now. Her Semblance was visible to everyone else, so in a big group, she couldn't use it to torment him. Not without bringing attention to her, and as angry and vengeful as Neo was feeling, she wouldn't risk that. She was still a wanted criminal, and she was probably still “attack on sight” with Yang, so while Neo was probably skilled enough to get away from Beacon if she was caught, it’d be messy, messy enough that it wouldn’t be worth it. And while Neo was bold, she wasn’t-
He felt someone against his leg.
Huntsman training meant that Jaune's senses were sharpened beyond anything he knew before going to Beacon, so he could definitely tell there was someone down there, someone running her hands up his leg, and it wasn't hard to guess who.
Looking down, he immediately saw a mischievous pair of pink and brown eyes along with a smile that told Jaune that he had massively misjudged his girlfriend’s willingness to take risks at Beacon. He didn't know what she could do, but whatever it was, she was definitely going to do it.
And she wasn't going to make him wait, not when her hand crept up his leg. Jaune desperately tried to act like nothing was the matter, but Neo was making that difficult as her fingers danced along his thigh and made their way to the very specific bulge at his crotch. Biting his lip, Jaune steeled himself to endure what Neo was capable of. This was… this was different. He knew that Neo was attractive, he knew that she could flaunt her sexuality—and she could also flaunt other people’s sexuality with her Semblance—but this was the first time Jaune was discovering just how much a light touch and a lockpick’s dexterity mattered in more… amorous encounters.
She kept her touch playful, merely tracing around his groin with just enough pressure for his body to respond. And there wasn’t anything Jaune could do about it. He couldn’t get away, not when he was in the middle of class, and while he could try and push her away with his leg… he really didn’t want to see what escalating looked like when she had her hand right at his crotch. Which was very much enjoying this, heedless to any potential danger when a very pretty girl was stroking it. Or maybe the danger was making it even more sensitive, that was the last thing Jaune needed, but fuck, his vicious criminal girlfriend stroking him through his jeans had his adrenaline going like crazy and as a Huntsman, he was always facing dangerous situations and fuck fuck fuck this was starting to awaken something in-
But then Neo stopped. Jaune fought off the urge to immediately look down, but he couldn’t stave it off for long, not as he felt Neo moving between his legs. And not just her hands, he looked down to see Neo actually crawling up from beneath the desk!
Doing his best to not attract any attention from anybody, the only thing that came to Jaune’s mind was to… furiously shake his head to try to tell her “You can’t do this” as Neo’s shark-toothed grin just got wider on her face. She crawled up onto his seat, turning around to slide right into his lap.
This… this was too much! Oobleck’s lecture had most of the class distracted, but someone was going to notice a pink-haired girl sitting on his lap, especially as Neo made a point to writhe on his lap and give his already excited member even more attention! Jaune frantically looked to the left, then the right, but both Ruby and Pyrrha seemed completely oblivious to what was going on right next to him… which made Jaune realize… he was under an illusion.
Neo’s Semblance must have projected an image of Jaune studiously taking notes, looking too engaged with the lecture for any of his friends to try and talk with him, and more importantly, not looking like his girlfriend was sitting on his lap, actively grinding her butt against his groin! Jaune gripped his chair and bit his lip, doing everything to try and will down the feelings that were brought up.
Jaune's body was not cooperating in these aims. He'd been fighting it since Neo's illusory Pyrrha flashed him, the fleshy, biological side of things that sent blood down there and inflated the organ against his will. Now that there was actual friction going, Jaune was struggling to keep his cock from growing and growing against Neo's butt! And she could definitely feel it, practically radiating smugness as she slowly rocked back and forth. Jaune tried his best to not let it get to him, but he knew he was losing. It was so much worse when he knew no one could see him, the temptation to put his hands on her body and let go of all self control… it was painfully tempting, and he knew Neo was doing everything she could to egg him on, except…
She was still mercurial. Just as Jaune’s willpower was starting to fail, Neo stopped grinding her butt against him and moved up. She got up from his lap, but Jaune knew that it wasn't a mercy. Not when she crawled up on the desk in front of him and took up Jaune's entire vision as he simply waited for her to unleash whatever it was she had planned.
She made it last, too, grinning as her hands coyly played with her skirt and let them roam over her body. Jaune felt a tremble come across him as he realized that Neo clearly knew how to perform a strip tease and he would be utterly at the mercy of her charms as she twisted and swayed before him, her smile telling him so much more than words ever could.
With a shot, Neo suddenly moved to the beat of inaudible music, spreading her thighs and gyrating lewdly in front of him, undulating her body before she ripped open her shirt and revealed the shiny pink bikini she had on underneath. Her leggings followed shortly thereafter, leaving Neo standing on his desk, in the middle of class, surrounded by dozens of people, in nothing more than heels, gloves, and a skimpy pink bikini. And she moved to make sure that Jaune knew just how little she had covering her, thrusting her butt in his face as she aggressively twerked on her impromptu stage. And Jaune could do nothing but stare at her absolutely incredible butt.
If he did anything… he’d break the illusion. And then everyone could see that a half-naked woman was dancing on the desk in front of him. So he just had to watch as she played with her tits right in front of him, sinking down onto all fours to bring them even closer to his face as one wicked, teasing hand reached behind her to undo the string holding her bikini on.
Neo was… a very sexy woman. Jaune knew that. He knew that trying to keep their relationship chaste as they took the time to get to know each other would be a challenge for him, because a very beautiful, very amorous woman was a very tempting prospect! But he didn’t know this, didn’t know what he’d be facing as Neo gave a sudden yank to the string and let her bikini simply fall off, revealing her breasts and her pretty pink nipples mere moments before they were shoved right in his face. He tried to resist, tried to not give in to Neo’s temptation—no longer out of chastity, now out of a deep and primal fear of where Neo planned to take this—but she was an unstoppable force and Jaune was an exceptionally movable object. He opened his mouth-
And Neo pulled her breasts away, grinning savagely at him as she reared back, thighs spread to show off her barely-covered pussy, a finger waving in mock-judgment. He wasn’t supposed to give in yet; he was only supposed to watch as Neo continued his torment, going back into her routine, letting Jaune practically hear the thumping bass that compelled her to shake what she had.
Jaune bit his lip, trying to will down the urge inside him that was drawing all the blood in his body downwards. But it was no match for the way Neo gyrated in front of him, how smoothly she could swivel her hips and pantomime the sort of thing she wanted to do with him. Putting her hands behind her head as she feigned a moan of arousal, Neo put it all on display. Everything that she was offering. Everything that Jaune wanted more than anything.
But she just put a finger to her lips…
And shattered before his eyes.
Leaving Jaune sitting there, jaw hanging open, trying to take in…
“Hey, Jaune, pssst!” Ruby whispered, “Did he say decimated or dedicated? Jaune? …psst, hey, Jaune!”
Things were… things were getting to be too much.
The performance in Oobleck’s class had been too much. Jaune had been able to act disinterested in Neo’s earlier performances, but now he realized that was Neo’s goal. To get him thinking about sex as normal and ordinary so his defenses would be down when he was suddenly really, really worked up and horny, only for Neo to be the one cutting him off. Now, he wasn’t thinking about rushing things, he was thinking about his dick and all his earlier arguments seemed completely incoherent to him. Why didn’t he fuck Neo when he had the chance? When she was offering? When she wasn’t driving him mad?
Jaune had to break away from his teammates, taking a rain check on training with them after dinner and simply staggering off to the dorm to try and just… deal with this problem. He hated making Pyrrha worry about him, but Jaune needed some relief, and he just couldn’t be around anyone until he had it. But there was another reason Jaune wanted to be alone.
One waiting in his bed as soon as he got back to his room. Clad in pink and brown lingerie and posed like a victorious queen, here to enjoy her victory.
And Jaune couldn't even pretend he wasn't going to give it to her.
“Okay, fuck, Neo, I can’t… you win, I can't take it anymore, please can we do it, I'm going to lose my mind, please can we do it?”
Neo put a finger to her chin and cocked her head to the side, quizzically pondering his request and making a real show of it… but at the very least, while Neo was very much willing to hold a grudge and make it hurt, she didn't hold him in suspense for too long. Breaking into a sunny smile, she pointed right at the bed.
Jaune felt a groan emerge from deep within him, so much relief in the moment that it was actually painful. He had been… besieged by boobs, butt, and pussy all day and as much as he thought he could resist it, now that the prospect of sex was upon him, his body was telling him: no you cannot. But at least, at least it was over now.
Heading over to his bed, Jaune undid his belt and let it drop to the floor. His shirt followed soon after. He didn’t care about tidiness right now, he just needed to get laid ASAP. His erection was as hard as his sword and it almost comically tented his boxers. Jaune struggled to get the waistband off when he had his dick bigger and harder than it had ever been before… he hoped his size would at least restore some of his wounded masculinity, give Neo something to impress her… though she might just take from this that the best way to get Jaune hard was psychosexual mind games and edging. But fuck it, that was a tomorrow problem, and right now, sitting on the bed with a rock hard cock, Jaune looked to Neo and saw that look of smug satisfaction that meant she'd win, he'd lost, and he would finally get some relief.
She climbed up on his lap…
And shattered.
Jaune blinked.
“Wha… what?”
He was too backed up to think straight, just aware that there had been Neo and imminent sexing and now there was no Neo or imminent sexing, and his dick, right now, was blaming him, loudly and angrily, for whatever he’d done that had made both Neo and sexing disappear!
A thump against the floor told Jaune that Neo was in the room, behind him. Turning, he saw the disapproving frown on her face and the paper in her hand. As she shook her head sternly, Jaune read:
“Nobody tells Neo no”
“I… I understand,” Jaune half-sobbed, “I was wrong, Neo, I was so wrong, I'll never tell you no again, please show mercy!”
She tossed aside the first paper and let Jaune read the next one beneath it.
“Not until you learn your lesson.”
“I- I have! Neo, I have!” Jaune croaked, but already knowing that there was to be no mercy tonight. Which Neo confirmed as she cast aside the second note and held up the third.
“Masturbate and I'll cut it off.”
Jaune's eyes went wide as Neo tapped her finger against the note for emphasis.
Then she shattered again, another illusion, leaving Jaune pent up and alone… stuck with just his desperate, desperate lamentation that he shouldn’t have done anything he’d done that had left him in this state.
The first time Neo had seduced Jaune with an illusion to blue-ball him, that had been fair punishment for telling Neo “no.” The second time, well, that was to make sure the lesson sank in. And the third was a reminder that you didn’t tell Neo “no” when she wanted something.
But a fourth would be too much. Everyone knew that.
So Neo sat on her boyfriend’s bed, wearing nothing but a smile that told him more clearly than words ever could that everything was forgiven and now they could go back to being regular boyfriend and girlfriend. He still had to buy her ice cream, of course, he wouldn’t be forgiven until they had a visit to her favorite parlor… maybe 2-3 visits, really, he did piss her off, but once that was done, all would be back to normal and Neo would be enjoying a wonderful, loving relationship. With fucking! It was basically perfect.
And to show him that there were no hard feelings, Neo had shaved her pussy into two cute little crescents. His sigil, Jaune's mark. Proof positive that she was his woman, and now that he had learned his lesson, Neo had no problem at all letting him know that she was head over heels for him, his sweet and doting girlfriend.
And that was the door! Neo took her pose and looked askance as Jaune entered the room. He saw her. Saw her naked. Available. This time, not a trick. He probably knew that. Either way, Neo batted her eyes at him to let him know that everything was forgiven, and now it was time for the two of them to have wild, uninhibited, bed-breaking sex. Like they should have been doing from the beginning!
Neo couldn’t wait. She licked her lips playfully and shifted from left to right to better show off her body to Jaune. She knew he couldn’t wait to get to fuck her!
“Neo…” he growled. What a sweetheart! That was her name! He stepped forward, heavy, shaky steps as he advanced on her.
“You… fucking… bitch.”
Neo batted her eyes coquettishly. Surely he didn't mean that, or, at least, he meant it in only the sweetest way! Neo knew so many murderers and thugs, and she knew this animalistic savagery and heavy breathing could only mean good things!
“This time… you're not an illusion. I know this is you. I know it. This time… you're really here,” he growled, balling up his fists, “This time… I can fuck the bitch out of you.”
Neo giggled, leaning back on the bed, crossing and uncrossing her legs to give Jaune the-
Her eyes went wide as Jaune simply raced forward, moving faster than Neo had ever seen him move—moving faster than even Neo could react to, closing the distance in an instant and setting upon her. Jaune's hands were on her, rough, strong hands as she silently gasped out in surprise! But a good surprise! She liked men who took charge and got rough! And Jaune was getting real rough as he-
A sudden flash of pain from her shoulder made Neo realize that Jaune’s teeth were sinking into her skin, a painful, possessive bite that she hadn’t seen coming! Neo- Neo liked things rough, but if Jaune felt he could just use her like a doll, he had another thing coming! She moved to-
Well she could-
Okay, Jaune wasn’t that strong, he couldn’t-
But in all of Neo’s attempts to reclaim the upper hand, Jaune held her fast. He pinned her beneath his bulk, and suddenly, Neo realized that she was in close-quarters combat with a Huntsman who specialized in slaying monsters, not sucker-punching lowlifes, and specifically, taking hits from monsters. And that meant…
She heard Jaune chuckle, his laugh a dull rumble so close to her body. “I’m not letting you go, Neo,” he said, shaking his head and tightening his grip on her wrist, “No. You’re not getting out of this. You put me through hell and I… I am going to make you pay for that, you bitch!”
Neo really didn’t know where all of this was coming from! Why was he so mad? Was he having problems with his partner? Neo didn't really care for her, and oh, she bet it was Yang! That girl was just terrible, putting her dear Jaune through so much frustration that he now was taking out on her!
Primarily by flipping Neo over and throwing her down on the bed! Hard enough that she bounced on the mattress, leaving her suddenly discombobulated and super unprepared as Jaune took her from behind…
And just thrust right in.
Neo's eyes went wide, her mouth parting in a sudden gasp as it felt like an absolute battering ram of cock was slamming right into her, driving all the air from her lungs and smashing right through her! She'd never been fucked like this before, not just someone overpowering her but in just how… how fucking big, how fucking powerful, how fucking… fucking he was!
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pressed her face right into the pillow. Neo wasn't thinking clearly, just a mouthful of pillowcase and a pussy full of cock! She couldn't deal with this, and Jaune… and Jaune!
“Take it. Take it. Take it, you psycho! Fucking! Bitch!” he roared as he thrust into her, “This- this is for Oobleck's class! And this is for faking me out four fucking times!”
She- she had stopped at three! Only three times- oh fuck, she had done four, hadn't she, but she couldn't do anything about it when his hand was on her skull and he was totally in control as he fucked her stupid!
“And this is for Blake and Yang and even if that wasn't you… it was your fault that- that it happened at all you bitch!”
Ngggggaaaaahhhhh, he was right, he was so right, she was such a bitch and he was fucking her so good! So good!
“Fuck, you’re tight!” he snarled while thrusting into her, holding her down and using her body for his pleasure, “You’re so much better this way. So. Much. Better. You’re not… not going to be an unhinged fucking psychopath any longer.”
No! No she wouldn’t! She wouldn’t ever again!
“You’re gonna behave yourself. Going to be a good girl. Going to listen when your partner wants to take things at his pace. Going to have a healthy! Fucking! RELATIONSHIP if I have to break you in half to finally get you to be good!”
She’d be good! She’d be good! Oh fuck, oh Brothers, oh she’d be so- so- GOOOOOOOD!
Neo hit her climax and completely shattered. Like one of her illusions, Neo was nothing more than shards of sensation and pleasure, the feeling of Jaune dominating her body, the feeling of his cock slamming into her! And on and on he went, relentless, driving, punishing, pounding, utterly laying waste to her pussy as Neo drooled into a pillow, her mind utterly scrambled by Jaune’s magnificent, brutal, overwhelming, beautiful cock! But he kept thrusting away into her, using her pussy as a sleeve for his cock until…
“FUCKING TAKE IT YOU INSANE BITCH!”
Neo couldn't even muster the least objection as Jaune drove his cock deep inside her petite body, pounding right into her core, and released. She gave a muffled groan as she felt him flood her pussy with his seed, the thick, rich spurts of his cum pumping deep into her, filling up her womb as Neo gave a witless, satisfied giggle. Ohhhhh, it felt good to have him inside her like this, so much better than anything Neo had ever done with her previous lovers.
She could hear Jaune panting for breath over her. Taking in what he’d just done, unsure what to do next. Neo had no advice to give, not when she was a totally scrambled mess on the bed, but also, because she was being a good girl and just… waiting for what she’d be told.
“Gods, Neo…” he groaned, then paused for a moment, searching for his words, before deciding on a simple, “Fuck.”
And with that, he pulled out of her and rolled over into bed beside her, well and truly spent.
She couldn't agree more. It took Neo a moment to get her bearings after a fuck like that. When… when was the last time… had she ever been fucked like that? She'd remember if she had, she was sure of that. This was… this was everything Neo had been looking for in a relationship. Everything she didn't know she needed, all from the love of her life!
And because everything ended up pretty good for Neo, it stood to reason that literally everything she had done was morally and ethically correct! She smiled as she cuddled her boyfriend, feeling sweet, feeling satisfied, and feeling absolutely not the least need for any self-reflection, just like Neo felt after a successful heist!
She had all sorts of ideas for how she was going to tease him real good tomorrow!