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Yang peered carefully into her reflection as she positioned the eyelash curler to clamp her lashes. She slowly brought the prongs together before rolling her wrist gently, never clamping them too hard nor too soft. She followed the process with her other eye before grabbing her mascara, running the brush in the opposite direction and giving the tiny hairs a generous, full coating. Purple shadow was already dusted across the lids and around the outer curve of her eye, and her eyeliner was sharp, giving her eyes a narrower appearance. Blinking several times, she fluttered her lids and nodded, satisfied.

She looked hot . Not that she didn’t always look drop dead gorgeous to begin with but putting in a little effort to attain perfection was always a worthwhile endeavor. Dressed in a small yellow tank top and a pair of tight black jeans with matching boots, she was quite the catch. Her long blonde tresses were a halo of gold, tumbling across her bare shoulders.

No, she wasn’t just hot. She was straight fire .

A fist pounded against the bathroom door.

“Yang,” Ruby called out, sounding thoroughly annoyed. “Hurry up, I want to shower!”

“Just a minute,” she called back, grabbing her perfume. It wasn’t anything expensive, just a cheap scent you could find at most stores but she was a fan of it, and plenty of guys had complimented it in the past. Don’t change what isn’t broken, wasn’t that the old saying?

She applied some around her neck, on the insides of her wrists, and even a sneaky one down her top between her breasts.

Ruby pounded against the door harder. “Hurry up! You’ve been in there for an hour!”

Yang rolled her eyes. “You can’t rush perfection, sis.”

By the time she was finished, Ruby was almost about to kick the door in.

“Finally,” her younger sister huffed, glaring. She was clutching a towel to her chest, alongside her pajamas.

“You could just go use the communal showers if you’re in such a hurry,” Yang said, brushing by her and plucking the leather jacket off her bed.

“Or you could just not take forever,” Ruby complained, slamming the door behind her. Yang snickered, grabbing the small duffle bag off the floor and throwing it over her shoulder.

“Going out again, I see,” Weiss commented from their shared desk, her hand pausing halfway through a paragraph. Ice blue eyes considered her. “Don’t you think you’re overdoing it a little bit?”

“That’s a little rich, coming from you,” Yang quipped.

“She isn’t wrong,” Blake said from her bunk, lowering her book. But she wasn’t backing up Yang. “Going out every weekend is fine, though I find it a little excessive. But Thursday and Friday, as well? Yang, even you have to admit that it’s a little much.”

“What can I say? I like to party,” Yang shrugged, uncaring. “Life is all about having a bit of fun.”

Weiss hummed, unimpressive. “Don’t start crying if your grades start to slip.”

“Psh~! My grades are fine, so don’t worry your little head over it.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Her History grade was a little weak but she more than made up for it with her Combat Class scores. Being in the top three best fighters earned you a little bit of a leeway.

“Will you be back tonight?” Blake asked.

Yang shrugged. “Probably not. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Weiss waved her hand in dismissal and Yang laughed, making for the door. Blake returned to her book but not before mirroring Yang’s nod, her bow the last thing the blonde saw as she shut the door firmly behind her.

For a moment, she just stood in the hallway, listening. The doors were pretty thin here at Beacon, as were the walls. More than once, Yang had overheard conversations happening in some of the other bedrooms without meaning to, and they hadn’t even been talking that loudly. But when she heard nothing coming from her room, she nodded, satisfied.

Yang had a secret. A secret that no one else knew.

She wasn’t going out to party like her friends thought.

She had a job.

Perhaps it was silly to keep such a thing a secret. She had a job, so what? Plenty of people had jobs! But the type of job she had was a little bit embarrassing, and the longer she could keep it hidden from her teammates – and her sister – the better.

She didn’t need any of them turning up and seeing her… like that . She wasn’t ashamed, it was just that she was trying to become a Huntress. Yang wanted to be taken seriously, and she knew that certain jobs tended to skew the perceptions of people when they discovered it.

Perceptions like ‘of course she is using her body’ and ‘classic bimbo behavior’ or ‘if she acts like a slut, and quacks like a slut, then she is obviously a…’ just to name a few. Yang wasn’t afraid to use what she had but that didn’t mean such opinions didn’t annoy her, or that they were wanted.

That isn’t how she wanted her team to see her. That isn’t how she wanted her sister to view her. But she needed the money. Because she’d fucked up, big time.

Bumblebee was her pride and joy, her little black and yellow bundle of 1000cc crotch rocket power. Most people took the hourly airships down to Vale but Yang wasn’t most people, and Beacon had garage space to spare for anyone wanting to pay for it. Swiping her scroll over the lock, the door shuttered as it rose, revealing her bike.

Storing her duffle bag in the small compartment on the back, Yang grabbed her helmet and carefully arranged her luscious hair so it wouldn’t be ruined, pulling it on over her head. Swinging her leg over and straddling it, she started the engine and disengaged the kickstand. Revving the engine, Yang felt the power between her thighs course through her body, and then she was off, speeding into the night.

Trashing Junior’s club had seemed like a good idea at the time, and damn it, it had felt good. Junior was a criminal, after all, and wasn’t it the job of a Huntress to take out criminals? Yang didn’t think anything of it at the time other than taking out the trash, and any consequences that eventuated from her actions, she’d been willing to meet them head on. If those twin bitches wanted to try her, so be it.

She’d kick their asses all over again.

What she hadn’t expected was for Junior to go the legal route. He might have been a criminal but he was a connected criminal, a man with his finger in many different pies. He was an information broker, the best – and that meant blackmail.

And in the end, she had trashed his nightclub. He had proof. Not just the dozen or more eye witness accounts but those nifty high definition cameras had caught the whole thing in 4k.

It didn’t take long until Yang recognized the error of her ways, but it was much too late. When police showed up at her home on Patch, the only saving grace was that her sister hadn’t been home to witness it.

Explaining it to her father was bad enough.

Luckily for her, Junior wasn’t the only one with connections. Her father and uncle pulled some strings, and all of a sudden, she had Headmaster Ozpin making a few calls.

Yang knew that Ozpin was a big deal beyond just being the Headmaster of Beacon. He had the ear of every councilman, and wielded unfathomable political power. If he had wanted to get her off completely, he could have – because as sly as Junior was, Yang didn’t think he had anything he could use to threaten Ozpin with. And pissing off the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, and thus the entire Beacon faculty and her students… well, that just wasn’t a very good idea for anyone.

But her father was irate, and he thought Yang needed to learn a hard lesson. Her foolish actions couldn’t go unpunished. Ozpin had agreed because of course he did. The damage she had caused, she was to pay for it. Not all of it, Junior’s insurance covered the full amount, and Yang just didn’t have that type of money – but she was to pay a percentage, weekly, until Ozpin and her dad were satisfied.

Junior was more than happy with the arrangement.

Hence the need for a job.

It wasn’t easy to find something on such short notice. Especially something flexible that wouldn’t conflict with her school hours. Something that paid decently, if not upfront, then in tips.

There were a few things that fit the bill but most of them were things she would never do. Not ever. She wasn’t a prostitute. She wasn’t a stripper. She wasn’t a camgirl.

...but if she had to work at Honkers, then so be it.

In the end, it was just waitressing. Sure, she had to wear a certain uniform and prance around like a brain dead bimbo, flaunting her body for guys to drool over, but that was the extent of it. She liked flaunting her body and teasing guys, so that wasn’t the problem. Taking orders was easy.

The stigma that came along with it, though. That’s what she disliked. She didn’t need people at Beacon finding out about it.

That’s why she picked a store on the other side of the city, a place where they were unlikely to venture because there were stores closer to the airship terminals. The ride down from Beacon wasn’t too long. The longest part was the winding rural roads that took her down into the city proper but once she was there, she got onto the highway and made her way downtown. There was heavy traffic but it was flowing, so she typically made good time and this evening was no different.

Just a little over forty minutes later, she was pulling up behind her workplace, giving her engine one final rev before switching it off. She was just taking off her helmet and shaking out her hair when the back door opened and a familiar girl greeted her with a wave, hauling a massive black bag filled with trash.

Her name was Crystal and she was one of the nicer girls, and the only one Yang had made friends with. The other girls were in a constant state of competition with each other, and someone like Yang was only a threat to them. Tips weren’t divided up here, so whatever you earned, you kept. Friday and Saturday were big earning nights, and Yang had quickly become a favorite. It wasn’t unusual for a table of guys to request her specifically, even though she’d only been there a couple of months.

Being a favorite meant more tips for her, and less for anyone else.

Crystal didn’t care.

There were few girls as attractive as Yang was, and those few girls were at Beacon. Crystal was one such girl that wasn’t. Gifted with a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes and jet black hair, she had the narrower, slanted eyes of those native to the area around Mistral, giving her an exotic look. She wasn’t as busty as Yang but she was slimmer, her waist tight, and it made her bust line appear much larger than it was.

Yang preferred guys over girls, but Crystal was hot property. Doubly so because she wasn’t insecure and a bitch like the rest of them.

She also had a brain. She was studying at Vale University to become an engineer, majoring in mecha-shift technology.

Ruby would love her. That type of stuff was right up her alley.

“Heya,” she greeted, heaving the trash bag into the dumpster. “Right on time. Place is busier than a rabbit in heat, girl. I hope you are ready for it.”

Yang grinned. “I’m always ready.”

She grabbed her duffle bag and followed Crystal inside, making her way to the changing room. Stripping down quickly, she pulled out her uniform that consisted of a pair of tiny lime green shorts, a small white tank top with the name ‘Honkers’ emblazoned across the chest, white knee socks and white shoes. Putting everything on, she grabbed one of the serving belts and looped it around her waist, a notepad, calculator and pen ready for her.

She was set.

Crystal wasn’t kidding. As soon as Yang clocked in and stepped into the restaurant proper, she saw that every table was taken with more people still sitting at the bar. The sound of chatting people hit her in a wave and she took a second to absorb it all, allowing her ears to grow accustomed to the sound before she approached her supervisor.

She was an older woman but still pretty, her brown hair curly, skin lightly tanned. She was their boss most nights, unless the manager was in, and tended to stay close to the bar, serving drinks when things got busy like they were now.

Her name was Sepia.

“Any tables need attending to?” Yang asked.

Sepia pointed to the corner where several guys were talking loudly. “They just came in. Jasmine handed them some menus, you can work them in her place. She isn’t feeling well.”

“Gotcha,” Yang applied her best smile and strutted across the room, making sure to give her hips a little extra snap. It was worth the effort, feeling a number of eyes following her stride.

“What can I get you fellas?” she asked, notepad in hand. When their eyes fell on her, she saw that familiar look of surprise followed by desire, their gaze raking across her body. Most of them settled on her impressive tits but a few went lower, more interested in her legs or ass. “Have you decided?”

They were moderately handsome and in shape, though nothing like a Huntsman. If she had to guess their ages, they were a little older than her. Twenty-two, twenty-three – somewhere around there. They dressed neatly but casually, and from the looks of their hands, they did hard work. Some type of manual labor; construction, most likely. They didn’t look like farmers.

She wasn’t as good as Blake or Weiss was at picking out details at a glance but she wasn’t a slouch either. Her Stealth and Security grade wasn’t that good, but it was more because of the stealth, not the security.

“Hey,” one of them greeted, giving her what he thought was an appealing smile. She’d give an A for effort. He did have decent teeth, and he wasn’t ugly. “What do you recommend?”

She really hated that question, though.

“The buffalo shrimp, if you like seafood,” she said, picking at random. She wasn’t a seafood girl but she’d heard customers compliment that item quite a bit. “And you look like a burger group. The bacon, avocado and aioli is good. The BBQ stacker is better, if you want more meat.”

She did know burgers, though.

She laughed at their jokes because it was expected of her, giving them a show when she reached for the menus after they gave her their orders. Arching her back and straining the material of her tank top, she made sure they all got a good look at her assets before prancing back towards the kitchen.

“Table fifteen, in the corner,” she said, writing it down on the order before sticking it up for the chefs to see. She then made her way to the bar to fulfil their drinks order, a half dozen pints of beer. She effortlessly carried them back out to their table, even when someone pushed their chair out suddenly.

“Sorry,” the man apologized, startled. Yang smiled, all teeth. Everyone was forgotten as he gaped at her.

“No problem,” she waved him off, continuing on without missing a step. The beers were delivered successfully, and she even added a little bounce to show off just how big and perky her chest really was.

She had them eating out of the palm of her hand after that.

The next few hours were spent going from table to table, delivering food and beverages, taking orders, cleaning tables and seating new customers. Plentiful tips were to be had, and Yang had to stifle her grin as she rapidly pocketed more money than she’d earn just through her wages for an entire week. They were particularly generous this evening, and it put her in a good mood.

Even the disgruntled, snide comments from her co-workers did nothing to dampen her spirits. Normally it would be annoying to hear, even if she didn’t give a shit about their opinions but tonight, it only filled her with amusement.

“I bet she puts out for some of the regulars,” one of them muttered as she passed by.

“They’re just hooked on her because she’s the new girl. She isn’t that good, they’ll forget about her soon enough,” another said, resting bitch face in full force.

“She’s definitely had work done,” that one almost made her laugh. She was all natural, baby. “A nose job for sure, and some filler. Those tits aren’t real, either.”

They were a real positive bunch, weren’t they?

Crystal was doing quite well for herself, as well. Yang spotted a few younger patrons, likely fresh out of high school, following her with their eyes as she moved around the restaurant like a pair of lost puppies. Her pouch was bulging with lien.

She met her eyes and winked, and Crystal smiled brilliantly.

When it was time for her break, Yang decided to spend it outside the back of the store. Crystal joined her, sharing a basket of fries between them.

“Mm,” Yang hummed happily, enjoying the crunch as she devoured handful after handful. “Pretty good night, huh?”

“There must have been an event nearby, some of the guys were talking about it,” Crystal popped a fry into her mouth. “Some gamer thing. You know anything about it?”

Now that she mentioned it, she remembered Ruby talking about it. She’d wanted to go but her social anxiety got the best of her, so she missed out on securing tickets.

“My lil sister was talking about it. I think they showcase new games or something, and they sell merch. I guess that’s why it’s so busy tonight.”

Friday’s were always pretty hectic but the place had been full ever since she arrived, and it was showing no signs of slowing down. Not that they were complaining, it made the shift go faster and it meant more money, but it had been surprising.

“Some of them have been pretty cute tonight,” Crystal shot her a sly look. “See any you like?”

Yang rolled her eyes. “You always ask me that. I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”

“Who said anything about a boyfriend? Some no-strings attached fun is allowed.”

She grimaced. “Not really my thing. I have nothing against it but the last few guys I tried that with, things just got too messy.”

“They catch feelings?”

“You know it,” Yang sighed.

She hadn’t gone all the way with them. Just a bunch of kissing and some foreplay, but it wasn’t long until they were declaring their love and wanted to make it official. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them or anything, it was just that she didn’t see a relationship lasting very long. It had been a purely physical thing on Yang’s end.

Crystal giggled. “Aw, you broke their hearts.”

“I didn’t mean to but I wasn’t looking for something serious. I’d rather not have to deal with anything like that again, and trying with a civvie – well, guys aren’t really thrilled when their girl can kick their ass without even trying, ya know?" She'd heard enough stories from girls at Signal about trying to date non-Huntsmen-in-training and the disasters that followed. “It bruises their ego too much. They can’t handle it.”

Yang didn’t hold it against them. The level of strength between a regular person and someone with their aura unlocked was massive. It created a power imbalance that was difficult to surmount.

Unfortunately, those with aura lived in an entirely different world.

“I suppose you're right,” Crystal patted her on the shoulder. “Maybe a nice Huntsman will come in and sweep you off your feet.”

Yang doubted it but never say never, right?

“You know, if you told those other girls that you attend Beacon, they wouldn’t dare run their mouths,” Crystal said. “They’d be too scared you’ll beat them up.”

Yang laughed dryly. “That’s exactly why I haven’t told them. I don’t think it would be good for business if all the other waitresses walked on eggshells whenever I’m nearby.”

She scoffed. “They shouldn’t talk shit, then.”

“Yeah, well – fair point. The boss appreciates it, though.”

Sepia knew, as did the store manager – but the only other person who knew was Crystal because Yang trusted her to keep it to herself, and she wasn’t going to shit her pants because she wasn’t being a cunt to her.

When their break was over, they rejoined the chaos. The hours ticked by, and Yang was just cleaning up a recently vacated table when she spotted someone in the corner of her eye. She wasn’t sure why as there were plenty of other people around but something about them was familiar. Looking up, she quickly realized why.

Yang froze.

Jaune Arc casually approached the bar and slipped onto one of the barstools, tapping away on his scroll. Yang stared, transfixed as Sepia walked over to take his order.

What the hell was Jaune Arc doing here?

Before she could try and hide, retreat to some corner of the room until he was gone, he swung around on his stool, eyes searching for the television playing the Friday night game – but instead, they paused on her.

Blue met lilac, and Yang felt her heart leap into her throat. Jaune stared at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, as if he didn’t even recognize her, and then without even a nod of acknowledgment, he looked away, focusing on the game.

...did he just…?

She stood there dumbly for several long seconds before her body moved without thought, scurrying out the back to hide. She almost ran over one of her co-workers, hugging the door frame as she peered out into the restaurant.

It was Jaune, right? It was really Jaune Arc, wasn’t it!?

Of course it was. There was no mistaking that blond hair and tall build, broad shoulders and that awkward air he carried around with him wherever he went. He was dressed a little different than normal in a pair of black pants and nice shoes, and even wore a nice button up shirt that matched his eyes, but that was definitely Jaune Arc!

And yet he’d looked at her as if he didn’t recognize her, as if Yang Xiao Long wasn’t right in front of him in a Honkers uniform, cleaning and waiting tables.

Did he really not realize it was her?

That would be the best case scenario but would she ever be so lucky? She watched him carefully as he continued to watch the game on TV, completely oblivious to the turmoil he was causing. One of her co-workers approached him to make sure he was taken care of, and he barely looked her way as he waved her off.

He was completely absorbed by the football game.

“What are you looking at?”

Yang nearly screamed.

“Crystal,” she grabbed at her chest. “Don’t sneak up on people!”

Crystal arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t think I could sneak up on you. What has you in such a tizzy?”

Crystal leaned out and took a peek.

“So who are you hiding from?”

“I’m not hiding!”

“Sure looks like hiding to me. Is it that big guy in the corner?” Crystal tilted her head. “He does look pretty scary but you could turn him into a pretzel. Maybe that old dude that likes to make lewd comments? You know Sepia will throw his ass out if he says anything dirty.”

Yang frowned. “You know it isn’t that.”

“Then what is it?”

She sighed. “That guy at the bar. Blond, tall, see him?”

Crystal nodded.

“He goes to Beacon.”

Understanding dawned on Crystal’s face. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh!”

“Did he see you?”

“Yes,” Yang hissed. “He looked right at me – but he acted like he didn’t recognize me at all!”

“Maybe he didn’t?”

Yang shot her an unimpressed look. “You think he wouldn’t recognize this?” she waved at her face and body. “I’m not that damn lucky.”

“Are you guys friends?”

Were they friends? I mean, yeah – they were. It was true that at first, he’d only been an acquaintance through Ruby but it was hard not to become friends with someone that had shared such intense situations with you. Initiation had bonded their teams in a way that years at Signal had failed to do with Yang and her classmates there, and while at first he only really came by to hang with her sister, that had quickly turned into more.

They didn’t know each other that well, but yeah – they were friends.

Yang nodded.

“Then go talk to him and ask him to keep it a secret. He’d understand, right?”

He would.

Yang nodded again. “Yeah. Okay. You’re right.”

She could do this.

But no sooner had she decided to go out and confront him, his food order arrived. It was to go, and Yang watched as he accepted the bag gratefully, nodded and left.

All without a backwards glance.

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“Oh my god, I’m so jealous,” Ruby moaned, rubbing her forehead against the table. “Ahh! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

Jaune laughed, taking a bite out of his toast. “You snooze, you lose, Ruby. You should have got tickets when you had the chance.”

Ruby turned her face to glare at him, sulking. “You should have told me you were going! I would have gotten a ticket for sure!”

“Oh well. You only missed, like, the best thing ever.”

Ruby faux screamed and pounded her fists against the table.

“Ruby,” Weiss scolded, grabbing her mug so it wouldn’t spill from Ruby’s overenthusiastic tantrum. “Be careful! I’m trying to eat!”

“But Weissssss ,” she whined. “Jaune went to Games X without me!”

“I have no idea what that is but it sounds stupid,” Weiss sniffed haughtily. “Be glad you didn’t waste your time or money on such a silly event.”

Ruby surged up, almost getting in Weiss’ face. “You take that back!”

“Ruby!” Weiss snapped, nearly spilling her coffee. “Cut it out!”

Nora giggled from the other side of the table, greatly amused by everything, while Pyrrha covered her mouth to shield her smile. Blake snorted quietly as the partners began bickering, the heiress quickly becoming red in the face as Ruby refused to let the insult go.

Yang would ordinarily be enjoying the show but her attention was focused elsewhere. Namely on a certain blond haired, blue eyed doofus.

After Jaune had left the restaurant last night, she’d been a wreck for the rest of her shift. Any resolve she had about confronting him had fled with his absence, and when she’d returned to Beacon, Yang had been expecting… something .

What that something was, she didn’t know – but when everyone acted the same as usual, some of that fear of being discovered melted away. Not entirely but enough.

Either he really hadn’t recognized her… or he was keeping quiet about what he’d seen. Why he would do that unprompted? Yang didn’t know. And Yang hated not knowing.

“I took some pictures if you want to look,” Jaune offered, pulling out his scroll.

Ruby spun around, completely ignoring her partner. “Yes! Show me everything!”

Weiss spluttered. “H-How rude!”

At least Yang now knew why Jaune had been in that part of town to begin with. He’d been at that gaming event that Crystal had spoken about, the reason why their store had been so busy, even for a Friday night. Yang had wondered why Jaune had been halfway across the city just to visit a Honkers, and that was it.

It helped ease more of the tension she’d been feeling.

An unlucky coincidence, a chance happenstance. That was all it was. And Jaune wasn’t talking, which was only a plus for her. Did it matter why he wasn’t sharing?

No, not really. As long as he didn’t, Yang couldn’t give two shits.

...it did make her feel a little self-conscious, though.

They saw each other every day, attended classes together, hung out together, fought together – if he really hadn’t recognized her, was she really that forgettable in his eyes? She was Yang Xiao Long, a bonafide, drop dead gorgeous hottie! How could he just… overlook her like that?

Yang peered at him from the corner of her eyes as he flicked through a bunch of photos, entertaining Ruby with a bunch of stories from the event. It wasn’t like she wanted him to desire her or anything, and she knew that he had a thing for Weiss… but it hurt her pride as a woman just a little bit.

Just a bit.

Okay, maybe a lot? Was Weiss really that much prettier than she was?

Yang looked her teammate up and down, scowling internally. Okay, so Weiss was… fucking stupid beautiful, anyone with eyes could see that. She had the type of skin models would commit murder for, a slim, sculpted physique that would make any woman envious and a face… fuck, okay, she was practically perfect in every way. Even with that scar cutting across her brow and down her cheek. Someone or something had tried to carve her eye out and she was still stunning.

The only thing she didn’t have were… well, tits.

Yang glanced down at her own babies and then at Weiss’… diminutive effort. There was nothing wrong with small breasts, some guys loved them, but… well, maybe it was a little petty but Yang thought a larger bust added to the allure of the womanly form.

If Weiss had to have one disadvantage, Yang was glad it was this, where she herself clearly excelled.

...maybe that was why Jaune overlooked her? Maybe he wasn’t a fan of big tits.

...why did that annoy her, all of a sudden? Why was she even thinking about this crap?

She was being dumb. Jaune liked big tits. He wouldn’t have been at Honkers if he didn’t!

“Yang,” Blake said quietly. “Are you okay?”

“What?”

“Are you okay?”

Yang looked at her partner strangely. “Why are you asking that?”

“Because you look constipated,” Nora joined the conversation in the most Nora-like way possible.

“I do not!” Yang scowled.

“Blake, she looks constipated, doesn’t she?”

“...I suppose it may look like that.”

“You two are idiots, shut up.”

“Renny makes a drink that can help with that.”

“I don’t need it!”

“It’s also good for gut health,” Ren added from the side.

Blake’s lips pursed as she tried to fight down a laugh but Nora didn’t bother trying to hide anything, giggling. Yang shook her head.

“You’re all dumb.”

They may have been dumb but their antics took her mind off things, and by the time her shift rolled around, she hadn’t thought of Jaune Arc more than she had to. He didn’t show up that night, nor did he show up Sunday. A week passed without incident and things were business as usual. They went to class, they kicked ass, and they killed Grimm.

Soon it was Thursday, and she started her work week anew. When Friday rolled around again, she thought nothing of it. She got dressed up and made sure to look her best, convinced her team that she was going out to party once more, and rode Bumblebee down to Vale.

It was a routine she’d grown used to by now.

This Friday was different, though. They were starting a new promotion. The manager had the bright idea to try and capitalize on selfie culture and came up with a new deal. Spend at least twenty lien and take a selfie with your favorite Honkers girl, and they’d print it out and put it up on the board. At the end of the month, they’d select a picture at random and whoever was chosen got a gift card.

Pretty low key, all things considered but Yang knew it would drive up spending. People liked to win things, after all. It was only a fifty lien Honkers voucher but free stuff was free stuff. When Yang arrived, things were already in full swing. Since that gaming event wasn’t on, it wasn’t as hectic as the previous week but people were seen snapping shots with their favorite waitress.

Putting on her best selfie face, Yang strutted out onto the main floor and then paused, her head whipping to the right as she spotted a familiar mop of blond hair.

Jaune Arc! Again!

But this time, he wasn’t alone. Crystal of all people was talking to him, and whatever they were talking about seemed to have tickled her pink. Yang stared in shock as she watched Crystal laugh. A genuine laugh that made her eyes sparkle and her entire body move, a belly laugh that started low and couldn’t be stopped.

Crystal was good at feigning interest and making a customer feel special, that’s what this job was all about, but there was nothing feigned about that. The way her cheeks darkened slightly only solidified that fact.

What in the fuck was going on here?

Jaune was the hopeless romantic that followed Weiss around like her shadow, hoping for just a crumb of attention. He was in no way, shape or form a ladies man – and yet Yang watched as they continued to converse, Crystal hanging on every word like it was the most interesting thing she’d ever heard.

Had someone spiked her drink? This couldn’t be real life right now. No, that was impossible. She didn’t even have a drink!

Another laugh filled the air, Crystal leaning in and placing a hand on his chest. Yang gaped, and watched as Jaune smiled and looked down, eyes landing on Crystal’s chest.

Hah! He did like big tits!

Wait, that wasn’t important right now…

What was he doing here again? I mean, other than tits. There were places closer to home that he could have visited, another Honkers store – and yet he’d come here .

Was it because she was here?

Almost as if her thoughts caused it, Jaune looked away from Crystal and met her eyes. Yang blinked, frozen to the spot and Jaune – he fucking looked away again! Blue eyes passed over her as if she didn’t exist, as if he didn’t see her standing right fucking there .

He was doing this on purpose. He had to have been!

The last straw was when the pair moved in close, placing their faces together as Jaune held up his scroll to snap a shot. Crystal held her hands up, V for Victory – though one was placed behind Jaune’s head while one was placed in front of them. A few guys at a nearby table were shooting Jaune envious looks.

Yang stormed over, completely missing the table trying to wave her down to make an order.

“We’ll definitely win with this one,” she heard Crystal say, smiling brightly. “When you do, you’ll share the spoils, won’t you?”

“Yeah, of course,” Jaune replied, acting totally unfazed by Crystal’s clear flirting. Was this his true power level all along? Then what the hell was all that shit with Weiss?

Crystal spotted her approaching, waving. “Hey Yang~!” before pausing, eyes widening slightly. “Uh – Yang?”

Jaune blinked. “Yang? What – oh!” he exclaimed, startled as she stopped right in front of him, glaring. “Wait – Yang ?”

He was making fun of her. She was sure of it.

“Yang, is everything alright?” Crystal asked, concerned.

“Fine. Everything is fine. Peachy fuckin’ keen.”

Crystal’s eyebrows rose. “Uh…”

“Can I borrow Jaune for a minute?” Yang asked sweetly.

“Yeah, sure…” Crystal trailed off as Yang grabbed his arm and hauled him across the store.

“Wait, Yang, what are you…?” Jaune stumbled behind her.

She dragged him out the front and then around the back of the building, unaware of how it looked. She didn’t care. She wasn’t about to let this stand. She wasn’t!

But when she found somewhere private, she completely lost her nerve. Yang wasn’t used to being on the backfoot like this, and Jaune’s appearance two weeks in a row had thrown her off her game. She opened her mouth to say something but she couldn’t think of the words to say, so her mouth flapped uselessly.

“So – uh, this is a bit of a surprise, huh?” Jaune joked.

Surprise my ass, she thought venomously. There was no way this was a simple coincidence.

“What are you doing here?” she asked roughly. “Actually, don’t bother. I know why.”

There was only one reason why he’d come here, purposefully ignore her when he spotted her, and then come back and do it all over again. He was flexing his position of power. Jaune knew her secret, a secret that he had held back for just this moment. Yang grit her teeth as all the pieces of the puzzle came together.

Blackmail.

He was trying to blackmail her.

He didn’t even have to say anything. All he had to do was show up, and he knew it would put pressure on her. Jaune was more cunning than she ever gave him credit for.

Why did you blackmail someone? To have power over them. To have them do something for you.

Jaune didn’t want money. Oh no, he wanted something more valuable.

He wanted her body.

He wanted her tits.

And to think she actually believed he might have had a thing for smaller breasts. No, he didn’t discriminate. Breasts were breasts, and hers were ripe for the picking. This was an opportunity that fell into his lap and he was going to take advantage.

Jaune wasn’t the man she thought he was. They’d all been blind to the truth. Maybe deep down, Weiss had seen it – but not the rest of them. Yang had been taken in by that innocent face and kind eyes, but underneath was just another horny guy.

“Uh, Yang?”

She didn’t buy that concerned look! He knew exactly what he was doing… and the problem was, it was working! Yang had heard stories of other girls engaging in… other activities. For some of them, it was just a way to earn a little bit extra on the side. Their Honkers job was just advertisement, the starter. What came after was the main dish.

For others, it was a way to keep men they knew compliant. Yang was hardly the first girl to hide her job, and sometimes a girl had to do what she had to do to keep it under wraps. A handjob here, a blowjob there. You know, stuff.

Jaune had backed her into a corner and there was no escape. Threatening him with violence wouldn’t work. Even if Yang could beat his ass to a pulp, that wouldn’t stop him from spilling the beans. It might just do the opposite. Why would he keep silent when one word could bring her entire world down.

“Fine,” she said grimly. “You win. I never expected this from you of all people. I’m such a fool.”

“Uh, what?”

Yang glared. “So what do you want? I’m not going the whole way. My first time won't be in a back alley parking lot.”

“First time?”

“Don’t push it,” Yang put her hands on her hips angrily. “I saw you looking at Crystal’s chest. That’s what you want, right? Tch – it’s all guys ever want, why am I even surprised?”

“I didn’t – I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jaune denied, eyes wide. “I wasn’t looking, I swear!”

Liar! He was definitely looking.

“Mine are better, anyway. You didn’t have to pretend to want her instead, I got the message loud and clear.”

Yang grabbed his arm and pulled him to a secluded corner, away from the cameras.

“Yang, what are you doing?”

“You want it now, right? Well, I’m not doing it for other people to see!”

“ Do what ?” he asked exasperated.

He was acting all coy. He wanted her to say it . Yang felt her hands clench into fists. Another thing she never picked out about him. Jaune was clearly a bit of a sadist. He took pleasure in humiliating her. It was about more than just the act itself.

It was about how it made her feel!

“Y-You think you’re so clever, but I’ll get back at you one day,” she forced out, reaching for the hem of her tank top. She rolled it up over her belly, exposing her toned tummy. “So enjoy it while you can!”

And then without further ado, she flipped her shirt up over her bountiful breasts. She felt a flush of satisfaction rise up her neck and dust her cheeks as he gawked at her bra-clad tits, blue eyes widening in awe. Even though he was just looking, it felt like he was touching her with invisible fingers, her skin tingling and to her mortification, her nipples hardened as he devoured her with his eyes.

“ Yang ,” he exclaimed, his voice shrill.

Wasn’t this enough? Scowling, she gave her chest a vigorous shake. Her bra put in work, keeping her babies contained but they swayed back and forth from the movement, jiggling invitingly. Jaune continued to gawk at her, mesmerized, and Yang knew that he demanded more.

“F-Fine,” she stuttered. “This isn’t good enough for you, huh? Damn it.”

Curling her fingers beneath the cups of her bra, she took a shuddering breath before exposing her bare breasts to his feasting eyes.

She saw Jaune’s throat bob as he swallowed, her breasts bouncing as they were freed, the cool air making her nipples crinkle even more aggressively than before. A shivering feeling fell into her lower belly, a familiar burn blooming that she ignored, unwilling to address it.

Yang was proud of her tits. Not only were they big but they were shapely, their weight shaping them like a perfect teardrop. Her nipples were a soft salmon pink, the areola wide while the tips were thick when arousal perked them up. They were more than a handful each, and their youthful sag only enhanced their allure. And buried in her cleavage, on the inner curve of her left breasts was a small beauty spot.

Her tits were perfect, and more than Jaune deserved!

He was visibly stunned, and Yang felt her ego swell. Giving her chest another shake, they swung and clapped together lightly. Those blue eyes of his darkened, and Yang knew she had him. Hook, line and sinker.

“Like what you see?” she mocked before shielding her babies from his eyes, covering them once more with her bra and shirt. “There, you’ve seen your fill. Satisfied?”

“Uh, er… huh?”

That was enough, right? Jaune didn’t want any more, did he? W-Well, he couldn’t have it! She had a shift to get back to! She hadn’t even served a single table yet. If she got fired, it was all his fault. And then he would pay, he wouldn’t have anything to hold over her head anymore.

“I’m going back to work,” she muttered. “I better not see you here again.”

And then she fled back inside, that heat in her belly making her feel fluttery and weird. Crystal met her at the door, and Yang almost knocked her over.

“Woah, Yang – what’s going on? Where’s the fire?”

In her tummy but she wasn’t about to admit that.

“Where’s Jaune?”

Yang grimaced. “Nowhere. Gone.”

“What? But he ordered food…”

That was when Yang noticed the bag in Crystal’s hands.

“Oh,” Yang said stupidly before snatching it, and storming back outside. Jaune was still where she left him, staring into nothing. “Oi!”

He jumped, turning. She thrust it against his chest and he grabbed the bag instinctively.

“This is yours,” then she spun on her heel and went back inside, slamming the door behind her.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Crystal demanded.

“Nothing is going on.”

“That’s the guy from Beacon, right? I only saw him from behind last time. He’s a charmer.”

Hah! Jaune, a charmer… if only Crystal knew!

“What are you two doing back here?” Sepia appeared from the front, frowning at them. “Xiao Long, where have you been?”

Yang cleared her throat, trying to put it all behind her. “Sorry, I just had some private stuff to take care of.”

“Do that during your own time, not ours.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sepia sighed. “Well, go on, then.”

Her shift passed in a blur. Yang couldn’t remember any of it, her thoughts trapped on a certain blond haired, blue eyed scamp. She knew she should be furious about what occurred. How dare he make her flash her boobs! Who the hell did he think he was?

He was the one in control, that’s who. Hopefully a quick flash was all he wanted and now that his perverted urges were met, he’d leave her alone. She’d never see his face there again… but was that wishful thinking? Now that he’d had a taste, he’d want more, right? Who wouldn’t? Look at her! She was sexy as hell and she’d just given him the picture of a lifetime.

Would he really be satisfied with just looking?

It didn’t matter because that’s all he was going to get! She wasn’t some slut that just gave out bodily favors. She wasn’t the blonde bimbo that people thought she was, just because she was busty and hot and liked a good time! She was Yang Xiao Long, future Huntress.

But why couldn’t she get the thought out of her mind?

What if he wanted to touch them next time? What if he wanted her to touch him ? Jack him off or something, make him spurt?

By the time her shift was over with and she was mounting her bike, her mind was filled with all sorts of filthy possibilities.

Jaune didn’t have the balls to ask for more, right? That’s what she would have thought a couple a weeks ago. But here they were, and she’d already flashed him, given him a show. Maybe he did have the balls.

“Fuck,” she swore, starting her bike and tearing off into the night.

On Friday nights, she usually crashed in Vale and returned in the morning but she didn’t feel like sleeping in a hotel. She wanted her own bed, so that’s why she made for the highway, speeding towards the exit that would let her return to Beacon.

The hour was late when she pulled into the garage, killing the ignition and dismounting Bumblebee. She didn’t expect any of her friends to be awake at this hour but when she approached her room, she saw that the door was open – as was the door across the hall, the door that led to Team JNPR’s room.

Yang paused at the end of the hallway, listening. Laughter met her ears, that familiar, slightly manic voice that only belonged to Nora Valkyrie when she was on a bit of a sugar high. Someone joined her, Ruby’s matching laughter telling her all she needed to know.

She was surprised none of the other teams were complaining about the noise but maybe they’d just given up. RWBY and JNPR weren’t exactly quiet teams.

As she approached the open doors, Blake stepped out and caught sight of her.

Her voice was tinged with surprise. “Yang?”

“That’s me,” she joked. “What’s up? What’s going on?”

Blake was dressed in her nightwear, her long, slender legs on display. That naughty little yukata she liked to wear, a tantalizing treat that hinted at the unknown. Yang checked her out, unashamed, staring at her dainty feet and cute toes with their nails painted purple to her toned, sculpted calves, and higher still. Blake noticed and tugged at the hem, attempting to shield her thighs. It didn’t work very well.

“We’re having a sleep over. It was Ruby’s idea.”

“Blake?”

Yang felt her heart rate spike as Jaune’s voice called out, and then suddenly he was there, standing behind Blake in his silly powder blue bunny onesie. It looked ridiculous – he looked ridiculous – and yet the normal bout of teasing she would usually subject him to was absent, her throat closing up.

Jaune caught sight of her and froze, eyes widening.

The three of them stood awkwardly for a moment, Blake appearing confused.

“What’s going on?”

Jaune cleared his throat. “Nothing. Uh – um, I thought you might want some help. You know, with getting more drinks?”

Blake perked up. “Of course.”

When his eyes settled on her once again, Yang felt her body react. Her skin erupted with goosebumps, running down her arms, across her shoulders and neck, and down her spine. Something deep within clenched , and she felt dizzy.

He could reveal her now, and there was nothing she could do. A few simple words, and they’d all know. Her embarrassing secret. The fact that she worked at a titty bar! Okay, Honkers wasn’t an actual titty bar but close enough! Some people called it a breastaurant for crying out loud!

But he didn’t. He looked away but the pressure didn’t abate. If anything, it only increased. Jaune was dismissing her, confident. It was then that Yang knew without a doubt that he would be back for more.

And she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.

“What did Ren want again?” Blake asked as the pair passed her and began walking down the hall, heading for the nearest vending machine.

“He wanted sweet green tea. Weiss wanted juice, Ruby wants strawberry milk, and Pyrrha wants a diet cola. Oh, and Nora wanted that weird milk drink with the jelly inside it, the mango one.”

“It isn’t weird! I like that one as well!” Blake said defensively.

Jaune held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m not judging. It’s just a little weird, okay?”

“That sounds awfully like judgment!”

“Look, I just don’t think a drink should have jelly in it. Just like fruit juice shouldn’t have pulp. It’s all slimy and ick.”

“Wait, you’ve never had boba before?” Blake sounded shocked. “You have to try it. Next time we’re in Vale, I’m taking you.”

As their voices faded down the stairs, Yang finally started moving again. Her friends welcomed her in surprise, inviting her in to take part in their slumber party but all she could think about was...

Had he always been so friendly and at ease with Blake?

For some reason, she didn’t like it.

She didn’t like it one bit.

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Yang panted harshly as she avoided Pyrrha’s slash, the blade coming within a hair's breadth. Setting her feet, she returned fire with a fast jab into a tight right hook, her fist slamming into the flat of Pyrrha’s shield. Her weapon discharged point blank, attempting to force the champion fighter back but Pyrrha was more than strong enough to tank the blow, her sword lancing at Yang’s midsection. Yang managed to avoid the stab but found her legs swept from out under her, the world tumbling as she hit the ground hard.

The air was forced from her lungs but she still kept her wits about her, rolling as Pyrrha attempted to stomp on her face. Regaining her footing, she gained some distance by firing a series of shots, the crimson haired girl engulfed in flame as the recoil carried Yang away.

Her boots had only briefly touched the ground when Pyrrha came charging out of the inferno, her shield raised. Planting her feet, Yang activated her semblance, her strength soaring as her eyes bled red. The air wavered as she punched, a sonic boom crackling from the speed and force. Her fist pistoned against the shield and slid off, angled away, and then Pyrrha was within her guard, Yang grunting as she was sliced from shoulder to hip. It was followed by a brutal knee, her gasp caught in her throat as it struck her in the stomach, and then a vicious back-fist rattled her teeth as it slammed into her jaw.

Stumbling, Yang tried to recover but Pyrrha was upon her, shield clipping her in the temple before a spinning back-kick lifted her off the ground and threw her across the clearing.

Vaguely, she heard Ruby scream. The reason was because she almost barreled right into her. Instead of being caught by her loving, sweet little sister, she slammed into a tree hard enough for the trunk to crack.

Yang groaned as she hit the dirt, aura flashing brightly moments before it exploded in a cascade of golden hued light.

“Nice dodge,” she heard Weiss say dryly.

“She was going to hit me!” Ruby said defensively.

Blake was snickering, and Yang gathered enough energy to roll over and glare at her partner. The cat girl was completely unrepentant, laughing harder.

“I hate you.”

Groaning, Yang propped herself up on her hands and watched as Pyrrha walked over, a light sweat on her brow but otherwise untouched. She tried not to let it get her but it was hard. Yang was used to being the big fish, the strongest in her year. But Beacon wasn’t Signal, and while Yang was most certainly one of the best fighters around, she just wasn’t a match for her classmate.

Few were. Pyrrha was on a level that fully trained Huntsmen sometimes didn’t reach. She was the pinnacle of what a Huntress should aspire to be, and yet she was only a first year.

Yang couldn’t even fathom the kind of monster she might become at the end of their four years together.

It was maddening, and it stung her ego, but with a sigh, she accepted the loss. As much as she hated it, it wasn’t like she didn’t gain anything from these bouts. She learned a lot. Defeat had a way of teaching better lessons than victory did. Or at the very least, more important lessons.

She just wished it hadn’t happened in front of him .

Normally she wouldn’t have given a shit but unlike before, she could feel his eyes on her. Yang heard him approach, his shoes scuffing against the dry dirt but she refused to turn and look at him. Hyper aware of his attention, Yang tried to halt the flush that rose to her cheeks. She was unsuccessful. Luckily for her, no one would ever know why she was blushing. For all they knew, it was just the result of her exertion.

“That was a good fight,” Pyrrha said, offering a hand.

A good warm up for her, maybe. Yang wanted to be petty about it but couldn’t in the face of Pyrrha’s earnestness. She wasn’t being facetious. Pyrrha was as genuine as they came.

Yang smirked, shaking her head. “I guess it was.”

Yang took her hand and Pyrrha pulled her up easily.

“You were amazing, as always,” Jaune complimented his partner, and Pyrrha grinned shyly while fussing with her hair.

“I mustn't become complacent,” Pyrrha deflected.

“I don’t think you’ll ever let that happen,” Jaune countered. “No one works harder than you do.”

Yang couldn’t help it, her eyes darting to the left. Jaune was standing beside her, hands in his pockets casually. As if nothing was amiss. As if everything was fine. Well – it wasn’t! And it was starting to wear on her last nerve.

It didn’t help that today was Friday, and if trends continued as they had for the two weeks beforehand, he would show up at her work once again.

“Another dominant display,” Weiss praised. “As expected.”

Ruby laughed awkwardly. “Weiss, isn’t that a little mean to say?”

“She can’t help being a bitch, I’m used to it,” Yang quipped, knowing that would get a reaction.

“What did you just call me?” Weiss thundered, offended.

“It rhymes with witch,” Yang fired back. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Jaune briefly glanced her way and it felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over her head, her skin rippling. Yang grit her teeth, annoyed that a simple look from him was enough to make her body respond in such a manner. What the fuck was wrong with her?

All week, it had been the same.

Jaune Arc really was full of himself. She didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed it sooner!

“Jaune,” Blake approached. “Would you like to spar now that they’ve finished?”

He smiled. “Sure. Thanks for the help, by the way. Training with others has been really helpful.”

Blake beamed. “No problem. Anytime.”

Yes, he really was full of himself! Yang knew exactly what was going on here, he wasn’t clever. He was mocking her, getting friendly with her partner. Hanging out with her, doing things . Away from her, out of her view where he could let slip whenever he wanted, “Hey Blake, did you know that Yang works at Honkers? Pretty funny, right?”

Yeah, she was on to him! It was a threat. A reminder that her fate was in the palm of his hands.

As if she needed a reminder!

Something cold pressed against the nape of her neck and she squealed, jolting forward.

It was Ruby, holding one of their water bottles.

“Thirsty?” she asked cheekily, giving it a shake.

Yang reluctantly took the bottle, unscrewing the cap. The water was icy cold, soothing her parched throat. Weiss could be a bit of a stick in the mud sometimes but she was useful to keep around, if for no other reason than keeping their drinks cool. Ice Dust was really handy that way.

“Pyrrha,” Weiss handed over a bottle and Pyrrha took it gratefully.

“Thank you.”

Jaune and Blake were now facing off, their swords drawn. Yang watched as they clashed, and grudgingly, she had to admit that Jaune had improved quite significantly in the short time they’d been training together. At the beginning of the year, he’d been hopeless. The worst fighter in their year, easily. Now? While he wouldn’t be scoring any wins against them any time soon, he could hold his own.

It was a vast improvement. Some of it had to be attributed to Pyrrha. Was there a better person to train with? A lot of people might get caught up in her flashy fighting style that combined acrobatic movement with skillful use of her weapon and shield, but Pyrrha was a master of the fundamentals. She drilled herself relentlessly on the basics of swordsmanship, marksmanship and everything else pertaining to her weapons, and that was the type of training Jaune needed most. Even so, most of it lay at Jaune’s feet. It took hard work and a strong will to progress this much in so short of time, so it was impressive.

As much as she hated to admit it.

Blake danced around him with graceful movements, her blade lashing out, probing his defenses. When she couldn’t find a way through, she changed tactics, attempting to snare him in her ribbon, utilizing sweeping strikes to try tangle his legs, or capture his wrist when he tried to counter-attack. Jaune was cautious in such attempts, making sure not to overextend and open himself up to retaliation.

“Blake is holding back,” Weiss dismissed when the match continued to draw on, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks. It was a dreadful sound, steel on steel. “She is being too nice.”

Ruby frowned. “I don’t think she is holding back.”

Weiss was right, in a sense. She hadn’t employed the use of her semblance, so she was holding something back – but other than that, Yang realized that Blake was actually giving it her all. Her movements were crisp, her attacks powerful and swift. It was just that Jaune was reading her fighting style and keeping up, tanking her hardest blows on his shield and meeting the others with his sword.

He wasn’t winning – but he wasn’t losing, either. He was enduring. A very suitable fighting style for someone that had a crap ton of aura like he did.

Blake feinted and finally caught him, spinning outside of his slash and wrapping his wrist in her ribbon. Wrenching his arm aside, she swept his feet out from under him and he hit the ground hard before she rolled over and mounted him, the ribbon looping around his neck. When he tried to throw her off, she tightened it around his throat until he was choking.

He quickly tapped.

And like that, the spar was over.

Lilac eyes narrowed as she saw his hands settle on Blake’s hips. She may have viewed that as an innocent gesture once but not any more. There was nothing innocent about Jaune Arc.

“Gotcha,” she heard Blake say with a coy voice as she approached.

Jaune cleared his throat as she loosened the ribbon. “I made a mistake.”

“You did – so next time, don’t make it,” Blake smirked. “Easy, right?”

He laughed.

“You gonna sit on him all day or let him up?” Yang asked rougher than she intended to. Blake blinked before scurrying off him, his hands falling away. “Looked like you were getting a little comfortable there.”

Blake flushed lightly. “Yang, shut up.”

Jaune climbed to his feet and untied his wrist. “Thanks again.”

“No problem. It’s fun,” Blake was all smiles.

Didn’t she realize what he was doing? No, she didn’t. She didn’t know the truth. If she did, she wouldn’t be so carefree around him.

“Maybe we should spar some time,” Jaune turned his attention to Yang. “You could show me a thing or two about fighting without a weapon.”

Yang swallowed.

He’d like that, wouldn’t he? Just the two of them, alone, panting and sweaty – with nothing more than their hands. Yang could read between the lines. He was being so bold, and right in front of their friends. Their ignorant friends.

“Is that right?” she tried to put up a brave front. “You want to learn how to wrestle, huh?”

“What? Well, I mean – I guess?” he scratched his cheek.

He wasn’t satisfied with just looking. He wanted to touch. He wanted to put those hands on her, squeeze her hips and – and squeeze her tits. Maybe he even wanted to taste them, wrap those lips around her nipples and suck . Fuck, he was pushing things. She’d given him a taste and it only increased his appetite.

“That would be a good idea,” Pyrrha seemed on board. If she really understood what was going on, she wouldn’t be so enthusiastic about it. “I’ve shown him some holds and Nora likes to stretch him out, but it would be nice to have someone else join in.”

...Just what was he doing with his team? Perhaps Yang wasn’t the only one he had dirt on? Pyrrha and Nora… no, no, she was getting ahead of herself. They were just being helpful teammates and he didn’t dare make waves so close to home. That could make things awkward.

Yang was on a different team and fair game.

“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

They continued to train for another hour before Yang hit the showers. Dinner was served shortly after and Yang noticed that Jaune was absent. Now that she thought about it, he’d been absent from dinner on the two previous Friday’s as well. No one else appeared surprised by it so she didn’t bring it up.

She didn’t need them getting curious about it. He wasn’t here – but she had a pretty good idea where he would be, if not now then soon.

She felt nervous as she got ready for her shift, applying her makeup and making sure everything was in order. Her stomach roiled with butterflies and if she put a little extra effort into styling her hair, she didn’t acknowledge it.

Bumblebee roared between her thighs as she sped down the highway, filled with trepidation and anticipation.

There was a game on tonight, and it was local. South Vale were playing North Vale, and so the traffic was heavier than usual. From the highway, Yang could see the stadium in the distance, and knew that Honkers was a popular stop before, during and after a game played in the city.

It was going to be busy.

That was an understatement. More so than when the gamer event had taken place, there were dozens of people inside the store that weren’t even seated, waiting for orders. Yang quickly got changed into her uniform and clocked in, and from the first moment, it was a rush to serve.

“Over here, babe! I could do with a refill!”

“How long are my tots gonna take?”

“Can I get extra sauce, please?”

It felt like Yang was taking part in one of Professor Goodwitch’s movement drills. Sometimes she liked to have the class fight without pause, always on the move, and if you stopped or paused in any way, you lost. Some were better at it than others; Blake excelled at the exercise, used to constant movement. Ruby was also pretty good at it. On the other side of the coin, Cardin hated it with a passion and would loudly complain about it after class because he wouldn’t dare do so in front of Goodwitch.

Yang was so-so at it. Her fighting style often employed stops to set her feet, even though it also contained a lot of movement. Throwing punches from awkward angles stole a lot of their power.

“What can I get you fine gentlemen?” she made sure to add a little extra bounce, her chest drawing their eyes.

“We’ll just have the same, three Honkers original burgers with a side of fries.”

“What do you guys have for dessert?” one of them asked, eyeing her up and down. He settled on her hips and the curve of her butt. “Do you have any cake?”

Yang rolled her eyes playfully and tittered like a mindless buffoon. From the corner of her eye, she saw a hand move in from one of his friends and casually sidestepped it. He blinked in surprise as he missed his grab at her ass, almost falling from his chair.

Unbelievable. What did he think would happen if he actually touched her?

“We do have cake. How does chocolate mousse sound?” she asked cheerfully, while in her mind she silenced that part of herself that wanted to reach out and break that guy's arm. “We also have caramel fudge cheesecake if that’s more your lane.”

“I’ll take the cheesecake.”

“Coming right up~!”

They were lucky she didn’t put them through a wall.

Many of the customers were wearing merch for the two teams. South Vale were called the Longhorns, and so there was an angry bull on the front, their uniform a mixture of orange, white and soft yellow. It made sense since southern Vale was where the agricultural district was, so it was basically farming country once you left the city proper even though it was technically inside the city limits. North Vale were called the Bears, and you guessed it – there was a pissed off bear on the front of their jersey. Their colors were a mixture of black, white and red – but it wasn’t crimson, more of the softer, unique hue from Forever Fall; the forest that could be found along the northern reaches of the city.

Yang wasn’t really much of a sports girl. She liked her boxing and mixed martial arts, and the professional Huntsman fighting circuit that Pyrrha dominated was always a good watch, but other than that, she wasn’t that interested. Basketball, football, hockey – it was all the same to her. Though hockey had some good fights sometimes, she’d see them on the sports channel back home from time to time.

What could she say? She liked violence.

It wasn’t until it was time for her break that Yang realized a glaring truth.

She hadn’t seen Jaune.

She’d been so worked up about him before the start of her shift and then she’d just forgotten, just like that. She tried to recall if maybe she had seen him, maybe in the corner of her eye – but no, Jaune would stand out.

He hadn’t turned up.

She frowned, nursing her drink. She’d opted for a milkshake; chocolate, naturally. It was thick and ice cold, and she had to put some effort into sucking it up the straw. A healthy swirl of cream capped it off.

But it was hard to enjoy it to its fullest.

Just where was he?

Had he given up? No, Yang didn’t believe that for a second. Was he waiting until things slowed down? It would only get busier once the game finished. Once the thousands of people came flooding out of the stadium, it would be pandemonium.

Was he waiting for that? To make her sweat during the busiest part of the night? He was evil. Pure evil. He wanted to see her stressed and overworked. He wanted to see her exhausted expression? Well, tough shit! It would take more than a little bit of waitressing to tire her out!

“Hey,” Crystal stepped out the back door, holding her own milkshake. “We match! Nice.”

“Hey. Pretty crazy in there, right?”

“You can say that again. Urgh – it always goes crazy when the football is on in town. At least my wallet gets nice and fat on these nights,” she patted her pouch happily. “How you been doing? Raking it in?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Of course. Who do you think I am?”

Truth was, she hadn’t even been thinking about the tips. Reaching down, she felt for the pouch on her belt and it was bulging. That was good. She was more out of it than she realized. Yang had thought she’d been pretty locked in, as well.

Jaune Arc – damn him.

“Say… you haven’t seen Jaune tonight, have you?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Crystal sucked at her milkshake. “Nope. Why? Was he meant to come in?”

She had a sly expression on her face that Yang ignored. “No, not really. It’s just – he’s come in the last two weeks on Friday, that’s all. I thought he might again.”

“Looking forward to it?”

Yang scoffed. “Shut up.”

“I wish he did. It would give me something nice to look at.”

“Why don’t you tell him that? He’d be totally stoked to hear it,” Yang said without thinking.

Crystal hummed. “You know what, maybe I will. I bet he'd be really cute when he gets flustered. Not that he isn’t cute already.”

Maybe then he’d turn his attention away from Yang and focus on Crystal. That’s what she wanted, right?

Right?

Her shift continued and Yang was starting to think that he wouldn’t show up after all. It was getting pretty late, the game was over – North Vale had secured the close victory – and the fans had moved on, drinking away their sorrows at some dingy bar or living up the victory at nightclubs. Just when she thought that maybe she’d been overreacting, she caught a flash of blond hair come through the doors.

Yang felt her breath catch in her chest, her heart skipping a beat.

He was here.

He approached the bar and slipped onto an empty stool. He didn’t bother grabbing a menu because he wasn’t here for that. Oh no, he was here for a meal of a different kind.

Yang forced herself to move, slipping behind the bar. Jaune gave her a look of surprise that she wasn’t buying, those deep blue eyes of his crinkling as he smiled.

“Hey Yang.”

Hey Yang. Hey Yang – as if this was just another greeting between friends.

“So, I’ll have a ten pack of—” but he didn’t get to finish his sentence as she seized his hand and pulled him along the bar. He almost tripped over the stool next to him, stumbling. “Y-Yang? What are you doing?”

Customers were staring, as were her co-workers but she didn’t care.

“I’m taking another break,” she said.

“Uh,” Sepia appeared lost for words.

Things had slowed down considerably, so it was fine. They didn’t need her right now.

She hauled him out through the backdoor this time, dragging him through the staff only area.

“I don’t think I should be back here,” he attempted to pull his hand free but her fingers tightened around his wrist like iron. “Yang, what are you doing?”

He was good. Oh, he was fucking good. As if he didn’t know. As if this wasn’t exactly what he wanted!

She dragged him into the hidden alcove and then shoved him against the wall. His eyes widened in alarm as she sized him up.

“W-Wait,” he stuttered but she wasn’t hearing it. In one swift movement, she pulled her shirt up over her head. Jaune gaped at her chest, and then she removed her bra, shivering a little as the cold air touched upon her nipples. They were already hard – why were they already hard? – but they stiffened even further, to the point of aching.

“This is what you want, right?” she asked gruffly. “You’ve been thinking about these all week, haven’t you? How they’d feel? Well, go on then! Feel away!”

Jaune stared at her dumbly and it felt like he was taunting her, forcing her to make all the moves. As if this was what she wanted, directing him to touch her how she wanted to be touched. Her tummy clenched, something hot and slick trickling through her lower belly as she grabbed his hands.

“Touch me,” she demanded.

She mashed his hands against her tits, and her heart stopped.

Yang had never noticed before but… he had really big hands. And they were warm, blissfully warm, and against her cold, exposed skin, they felt heavenly. Yang inhaled sharply, back arching slightly as she thrust her tits against his hands aggressively.

“Go on,” she ordered breathlessly. “You want this, right? Then take it.”

A shuddering breath escaped her as his fingers tensed, gripping her tits firmly. By skill or luck, she didn’t know, he adjusted his hold on her, the palms of his hands rubbing across her sensitive nubs. A startled moan passed her lips as a shivery, floaty pleasure sparked down her spine – and it made a direct beeline for her crotch, her pussy squeezing in response.

Motherfucker. What was he doing to her?

Her cheeks flushed hotly as he groped her with increasing confidence, his thumb pressing up and in. Yang had always had decently sensitive breasts but this was something else entirely, her entire body humming as he effortlessly pushed her buttons.

Those big blue eyes devoured her hungrily, fingers coming together to pinch and pluck her nipples. There was a twinge of pain before heat spread from her nipples outwards, encompassing her entire breast. When he tugged on them, she almost screamed.

Her panties were quickly becoming soaked, and Yang squirmed, panting as she clamped her thighs together. An insistent itch was building, her clit throbbing in time to her heartbeat. When he rolled her pointed peaks between thumb and forefinger, she bit her lip hard enough to bruise.

“ Jaune ,” her voice sounded different, filled with something . Something dark and heavy, and thick. He’d only touched her tits a little bit and she felt like she was going to die. “You fucking bastard, are you having fun?”

Of course he was. What guy wouldn’t be having the time of his life, feeling her up? But it wasn’t enough, was it? No, he definitely wanted more. Much more. And Yang was going to give it to him because she didn’t have a choice.

That was the only reason.

She grabbed one of his hands and he froze, looking at her in question. That question melted away as she directed that hand south.

“This is what you’re really after, isn’t it?” she hissed, pressing his palm against her crotch. Even above her shorts, the pressure it created nearly sent her spiraling. “You want my little pussy, right? Fine. I’ll let you touch it.”

“Y-Yang—”

“Put it inside my shorts,” she groaned, rocking her hips forward and almost crying as it drove her clit against his fingers.

Her heart pounded in her ears as his fingers fumbled with the waistband of her shorts and underwear before they slipped in, his hot hand sliding across her mons. She hadn’t shaved in a little bit and felt a sudden flare of panic, feeling self-conscious that she hadn’t kept the field game ready but he didn’t seem to care.

When his bare fingers cupped her pussy directly, she fell forward, clutching at him. Her knees felt weak, thighs trembling.

“Fuck, Yang,” he groaned. “You’re so wet!”

It was odd, hearing Jaune swear. It made her entire body tingle.

“Fuck you, you bastard,” she tried to growl but it came out in a whimper, his hand on her tit squeezing her just right . When his fingers framed her cunt in a V, pressing on her outer lips, she sobbed. “Do it!”

He stroked her directly and she saw stars, bucking against him. Once, twice, three times – and then in humiliating, mortifying fashion, Yang cried out brokenly as her neglected, overheated pussy contracted wildly in orgasm.

Moaning desperately, she writhed in ecstasy as heat bloomed in her womb, melting out of her. He’d barely touched her and she was already cumming, her eyes rolling in bliss as she rutted against his hand again, and again, and again. Without his body, she would have fallen, the only thing keeping her up was her ironclad hold on his shoulders.

“ F-Fuuuuuuuuck~♡ ” she spasmed as he continued to stroke her, unknowingly driving her to rapture too painful to bear. “ Ahhhn~! Nnnnngggnnooo~! Oohgaaawwwd~♡ ”

He’d made a complete, utter fool of her.

She was never going to live this down.

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For the next several days, Yang couldn’t be around Jaune without remembering the feel of his fingers stroking her slit and the explosive orgasm that resulted. He’d made a complete fool of her, and Yang had never felt so humiliated in all her life. He’d barely touched her and she’d cum her brains out like some easy slut, her needy hips rutting her spasming cunt against his hand until she’d been incoherent with pleasure.

If that wasn’t bad enough, by the time Yang had returned to her senses, Jaune had left her sitting by the back door. He’d just… left , as if he hadn’t just given her the most mind blowing orgasm of her life.

It made her feel a certain type of way. Discarded, almost. Jaune had his fun and then tossed her aside, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it, that at any moment, whenever it struck his fancy, he could return and make her unravel with a few soft strokes.

Humiliating didn’t even begin to cover it. She was completely mortified.

If anyone noticed her avoiding him like the plague, they didn’t mention it. It wasn’t like they hung out all the time anyway, they weren’t exactly best buds – but they did interact every day, in some form or another, so she was just glad that her behavior hadn’t caught the interest of any of their friends.

There was no way in hell she was ever telling them what happened. Even under pain of torture or threat of death, that was a story she was taking to her grave. The fact that Jaune could spill the beans at any moment, rubbing salt into her wounds… it infuriated her, and it made her even madder when her body reacted to the thought of Jaune doing that to her.

Humiliating her. Outing her. Spilling her secrets. Telling them that her hair trigger pussy was so easy.

None of the guys she’d fooled around with in the past had made her feel half as good. While she’d never had sex with them, they’d fingered her plenty of times and while it had felt good, she’d never peaked. That wasn’t so unusual. Speaking with other girls, they’d complained long and loudly about their boyfriends being unable to make them cum, that apparently it was difficult for some of them to reach their end at all – even if they masturbated, and used all the latest and best toys.

Yang had never had any trouble getting herself off but she’d never cum through the influence of another person. Not until now.

She needed to get back at him. It was the only way she could salvage her hurt pride – and there was only one way she could do it.

Jaune still held all the cards. Yang was at his mercy – but if she was able to make him pop like a pathetic virgin, pump his dick a few times and shoot his thin, watery jizz across her palm, that would go a long way to restoring some of her pride as a woman.

Perhaps she was playing right into his hands but she didn’t care. She could turn this entire situation on its head. When he was boneless and thoughtless after cumming, she could snap a few pictures of his flaccid dick. Blackmail material. Normally it wouldn’t sit right with her but Jaune didn’t have any issues about holding her secrets above her head! So what if she fought fire with fire?

He probably had a small dick. Even better. The smaller it was, the more desperate he would be to keep any pictures hidden.

It was the perfect plan – but that didn’t mean Yang wasn’t nervous.

“Stop mashing the same button!” she heard her little sister roar from their dorm room, her voice filled with anger. “That isn’t fair!”

Yang had been kept back after class because her most recent Grimm Studies quiz had been under par. It wasn’t her fault but she didn’t think Professor Port would accept her reasoning of, “Jaune Arc is a fucking bastard and I can’t focus around him, at all.”

That would probably earn her detention.

When Yang opened the door to their room, it was to see Ruby in the process of a meltdown, the controller in her hand being threatened with destruction. By her side, Weiss sat calmly, if a little smugly, her smile filled with satisfaction.

“Why would I do that?” she asked coolly. “It is a sound strategy that works rather well,” she gestured at the screen where her character was posing in victory. “Case in point.”

Ruby growled a bunch of gibberish, incensed. If there was one way to make her sister irate, it was to beat her at video games. Especially by doing silly shit like mashing a single button. Of course Weiss had lucked into maining the best character for doing exactly that, Winter Knight’s basic attack capable of chaining into an unstoppable combo if you got caught in the corner.

That is exactly what had happened here.

While Ruby was throwing a fit, Blake idly kicked her feet back and forth. Yang stared as Blake wiggled her toes, completely absorbed in the book she was reading. In fact, her position was a little dangerous. If Yang walked a couple more steps, she’d be able to see directly up her skirt.

She wasn’t going to do that. Even if that would be one hell of a sight.

She closed the door behind her. “Are you bullying my little sister again, Weiss?”

Weiss’ smile grew even more. “Yes.”

Yang laughed. “Well – keep it up!”

“Yang,” Ruby snapped. “Don’t encourage her! This isn’t how you’re meant to play the game and you know it!”

“I mean, she won – so I think it’s fine, right?” Yang teased, loving the way Ruby’s silver eyes glittered dangerously. It was always so much fun getting Ruby mad because she was usually such a mild mannered individual, and also a little shy. Even as her big sister, Yang struggled to get a true rise out of her at times, even knowing what buttons to push.

Because Ruby knew what buttons to push right back.

Weiss, on the other hand – Yang didn’t know what it was, but she could make her sister hit the roof with the smallest things.

“You won’t beat me again,” Ruby vowed darkly.

Weiss tutted. “You’ll have to wait your turn. You lost, so now it’s Jaune’s turn.”

Yang felt her heart stop.

“He’s still in the bathroom,” Ruby complained. “I can go again!”

But he appeared as if summoned, opening the door and stopping dead in his tracks when he spotted Yang.

“Oh, hey Yang,” he said, though she barely heard it.

Her mouth went dry at the sound of his voice, and her heart kick started into high gear. Yang’s breathing became erratic, a flash of something blooming in her tummy, down low that made her squirm. Something hot and dark, and slick.

He was ambushing her in her room now! Did he have no sense of boundaries at all? There wasn’t a place he was willing to concede to her, her eyes darting quickly over to her bed. There wasn’t anywhere she was safe from his blackmail.

Jaune had cornered her completely.

If she didn’t strike back and make him pay, humiliate him like he’d humiliated her, she would never be able to dig herself out of this hole.

“Jaune,” Weiss said warmly, and even in her dazed state, Yang turned to stare at her oddly. She’d never heard Weiss speak to Jaune that way before. “I have conquered Ruby once again, so now it is your turn.”

Ruby pouted to the point of almost crying, her face screwed up comically. Jaune laughed as he took the controller she reluctantly handed over, and sat down on the floor next to Weiss. Normally the heiress might have made a show of recoiling but today, she simply smiled wider as Jaune began selecting his character.

“You suck,” Ruby muttered petulantly, crossing her arms as she sulked. Weiss preened.

“Thank you.”

“I’m insulting you!”

“That only pleases me more.”

Perched on the side of her bed, Blake snorted. Ruby turned betrayed eyes away from Weiss and onto Blake.

“This isn’t funny!”

Blake made a so-so gesture with her hand, eyes never leaving her book. “It’s a little bit funny.”

“You’re all big meanie heads and I don’t like you,” she tried to sound upset but it only made her sound cuter, voice squeaking.

“Of course,” Weiss said magnanimously. “Of course. We are here for you.”

Ruby flopped back onto the floor and kicked her legs furiously, screaming into her arms.

Jaune had made himself very cozy in her room, hadn’t he? Her team were completely oblivious to the scoundrel they had in their midst. Even Weiss, Jaune’s biggest detractor, was acting suspiciously nice to him. Yang refused to believe it was just because Weiss was giddy at driving Ruby up the wall by beating her at video games.

No.

Yang watched Jaune closely, eyes narrowed as they started up their game. He’d always been utterly hopeless around the heiress, but hadn’t he been hopeless around any pretty face he took a liking to? Yang’s judgment of his character had been way off , and it had all started when he’d gained the upper hand by discovering her secret.

Did that mean he had dirt on Weiss, as well? Maybe even Blake? Is that where his recent confidence had come from?

“Are you going to sit down?” Blake asked dryly, peering over her book as Jaune and Weiss did battle. Weiss was one of those people that moved her whole body and jerked the controller when she was attempting to dodge on the screen, and the whole thing would have been cute if Yang wasn’t currently having a mental breakdown.

Jaune Arc was even worse than she realized.

If he touched her sister, there would be hell to pay! E-Even if he revealed her secret, Yang w-wouldn’t let such dastardly deeds stand!

An ugly emotion grew in her chest, and as much as she tried to convince herself that it was just self-righteous anger, Yang already knew what that felt like. No, this was something else entirely – and not something she was willing to seriously engage with.

Nope. It wasn’t that. Because if it was, then that meant–! But there was no way because Jaune Arc was not someone she would ever–! Especially not when he was a complete bastard that was constantly making a fool of her!

No. Nope. Sorry.

Yang was just pissed. That’s all.

Yang sat down on her bed roughly, glaring a hole in the side of Jaune’s head. He was either completely oblivious to her stare or knew she was staring daggers through him, and was secretly relishing her turmoil. Yes, that is exactly what he was doing.

He’d planned all this from the start!

Weiss lost the first round to Jaune, though she didn’t look nearly as upset as she would usually be. Yang wasn’t sure but Jaune threw the second round, letting Weiss pin him in the corner and annihilate his health bar with the same combo spam trick she’d used on Ruby. That only set off her little sister, who’d been cheering Jaune on and was happy after the first round, spiralling into a depression when Weiss smirked at her in victory.

“The match isn’t over yet,” Ruby snapped. “Jaune is going to beat you!”

Jaune threw the third round.

“Argghhh!” Ruby screamed as Weiss laughed, and to rub salt into her wounds, she even copied the victory pose of her character, raising the controller as if it were White Knight’s sword.

“I triumph once again,” she even said the damn voice line, her voice filled with haughtiness.

Weiss was being a massive troll.

Blake’s shoulders shook, pressing her open book against her face to hide her expression and muffle her laughter. Jaune snorted and bit his lip to contain himself, but one look at Ruby’s miserable face set him off.

...He kinda had a nice laugh.

Yang almost cracked the frame of her bed as her hands gripped it and squeezed. He was getting inside her head, even more than usual. He was attacking her within her sanctum, where she should feel safest. A girl’s room was sacred and Jaune Arc was trampling all over it!

“Jaune,” Ruby whined. “You were meant to win! Stop laughing!”

“Sorry, Rubes,” he managed to get out. “She’s just too good.”

Weiss liked that. She liked it a lot , and her eyes were tender as she gazed at Jaune. “You know, Jaune – maybe you aren’t so bad after all.”

“Thanks, Snow Angel.”

Weiss twitched. “...I’ll let that one slide, just this once.”

Jaune Arc was an absolute menace!

Yang planned everything out to the very last detail. She knew that Jaune liked to train in the evenings with Pyrrha and that training took place almost every night, so long as they didn’t have any group sessions with their other teammates or with their team, Team RWBY. He then had a habit of hitting the pools after a quick shower, information that Nora helpfully revealed without much prodding.

It was here that she made her move.

Alongside a fully stocked gym that was the largest in Vale, and one of the largest in the world, Beacon had full pool facilities for the students to take advantage of. There were two lap pools, a diving pool, a hydrotherapy pool for rest and recovery, and some smaller pools with a variety of different options; one of them was outfitted with powerful water jets to simulate swimming against a current, while another created waves to help acclimatize to ocean conditions.

When Yang arrived, there weren’t that many people around. Mostly older students. Everyone else was still in the dining hall or in their dorm rooms, digesting their meals. Not Jaune. After dinner, he’d come here and she spotted him quickly, swimming laps in one of the lap pools.

She’d made sure to disguise herself so Jaune wouldn’t recognize her, at least not immediately. Tying her hair up, it was hidden by one of Ruby’s beanies. She’d also found an old shirt she’d packed from home, something that used to belong to her dad but she’d stolen it because it was comfortable and she sometimes wore it to bed, some old timer band on the front that Yang didn’t know. Since it was so baggy, it helped cover her very noticeable assets. There was no way Jaune wouldn’t recognize her tits, especially at this stage.

He’d seen them enough.

It also helped cover her narrow waist and wide hips, falling as far as her thighs. A pair of black jeans and large sunglasses completed the outfit, and Yang was confident that even Ruby wouldn’t recognize her if they randomly passed on the street. Though wearing sunglasses indoors at night was a little suspicious.

She found a spot in the bleachers and sat, unfolding a magazine to pretend to read.

He wouldn’t see her ambush coming.

She peeked carefully over the top of her magazine, watching him cut through the water with ease. Grudgingly, she could admit that he had a rather impressive stroke. He must have done this a lot , his form impeccable.

But she quickly grew distracted from that, frowning.

When had his arms been so jacked?

Yang lifted her sunglasses and stared, shocked as he reached the end of his final lap and pulled himself up onto the side of the pool. Lean, hard muscle was revealed to her, glistening beneath the lights as he stood and shook out his arms.

It was expected that if you were at Beacon, you would be fit. Yang had never met an out of shape Huntsman unless they were well past their prime, in the twilight of their lives like Professor Port. Even someone like Oobleck was muscled, though skinny. It was part of the job.

And yet… seeing Jaune’s physique struck her dumb, eyes roaming over his firm, powerful chest and broad shoulders, his lean arms and his back – his back! It was a work of art, muscles contracting and shifting as he stretched out, rippling as he went through different stretches. His waist was narrow, creating that classic, aesthetic V-shape, his calves like iron.

Then she saw his abs.

Packed and firm, he was ripped across his stomach, his sides toned and visible. Yang swallowed, transfixed.

Jaune Arc was jacked .

Not in a vain, ego-driven way. He was no body builder or gym junkie, searching for the biggest, baddest muscles. His was a body built for purpose with true strength in mind, right down to his core. More like a dancer or gymnast but with a harder edge, rugged, the build of a warrior. Jaune Arc might not have the skill to back it up – yet – but he sure had the body to make it a reality.

“What the fuck,” she swore loudly but no one was close enough to hear it, thankfully. She continued watching as he finished his stretches and then leapt up onto the starting block, getting into position before diving seamlessly into the pool, slicing through the water with a controlled, small splash.

That hoodie he wore was a crime against nature. It was true that Jaune had always felt dense whenever she’d grabbed his arm but she hadn’t been expecting this. He covered up his body in bulky, formless clothes, even when he wasn’t dressed for battle.

Yang shook her head, annoyed with herself.

So what if he had a nice body? That was expected at Beacon. Sure, it was surprising because it was Jaune but it shouldn’t be. She’d just had an outdated view of him in her head, that’s all. He was just that goofy, lanky guy that her sister befriended and crushed on her teammate. She needed to banish that old idea of him from her mind.

Hadn’t he already shown that he wasn’t that? He was a bastard that got his rocks off from manipulating her into doing him favors, and he could also be doing that to her team! She needed to get her head in the game and start treating him like he deserved.

An enemy to crush under her heel.

She waited until he was finished with his laps and then followed him into the locker rooms. Like everything at Beacon, these were uni-sex, so it wasn’t unusual for her to be here. She could hear the shower going in the next room, and soon steam was billowing out.

There was no one else around but just to make sure, she rolled up the magazine and jammed it under the door so no one could enter. Yang didn’t need one of the older students catching her in the act, that would only make the whole situation worse.

It would be bad enough if her friends found out she worked at Honkers. If rumors started circulating about what she was about to do?

Yang would never live it down. Her reputation would be tarnished forever.

She heard the shower stop, and waited with baited breath. Her heart was racing wildly in her chest, and she had to clamp her hands together to keep them from shaking.

What was wrong with her?

When Jaune appeared, he was in nothing but a towel. He didn’t notice her at first, walking towards his locker and Yang stared at his freshly washed skin, lush and slightly pinkened from the heat and scrubbing. Up close, his muscles looked even better and something slick squirmed in her tummy, slipping down, down, down…

She swallowed, her mouth dry before shaking her head, anger replacing her awe.

It was time to turn the tables on this bastard!

“Oi,” she called, and Jaune jumped. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

He turned, eyes wide as he spotted her.

“Yang?” he asked incredulously. “What are you doing here?”

She removed her beanie, shaking out her hair so it tumbled across her shoulders in soft waves. Storming towards him, he flinched as she placed a hand against his bare chest and shoved him back into the lockers with a bang.

“You just can’t leave me alone, can you?” she said sharply, his skin hot beneath her hand. She applied more pressure and his chest didn’t budge, firm and strong. “Even here at Beacon… in my bedroom… you’ve got some balls.”

“What are you – w-wait,” he stammered as she grabbed his towel, his hands quickly falling to stop her. “What are you doing ?”

“As if you don’t know,” she returned, pulling at the towel. They engaged in a small match of tug of war, Jaune’s face panicked. Hah! She had him right where she wanted him! “This is what you’ve been aiming for, isn’t it? What’s wrong? Afraid you aren’t man enough? Perhaps you’re… lacking where it counts?”

“Yang, wait – stop!”

She twisted her hands and pulled with everything she had, breaking free of his hold. The towel whipped away from his body and she tossed it aside in victory, eyes darting down, words of ridicule on the tip of her tongue.

“Hah! I knew it!” she relished her triumph for all of three seconds before her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open in shock.

Yang had seen a guy's cock before and not just in porn. The guys she’d messed around with, she’d given them both handjobs. It never lasted very long, the pair of them had been quick shots, but she thought she knew what to expect.

She was beginning to realize that maybe she didn’t know as much as she thought she did.

Yang had been with those guys at Signal. They’d been no more than boys , just as she’d been no more than a girl . She was at Beacon now, older by a few years, and it was never more apparent that she was now a woman , and Jaune, he was a man .

He was still flaccid and yet it was still thick and long, bigger than the boys she’d fooled around with when they’d been at the height of their erections. Sparse blond hair surrounded the base and across his large balls, and she watched in fascination as his member began to grow .

Oh boy, did it grow .

The shaft hardened and stretched, the glans thickening as it filled with blood. In only a few moments, it went from limp to sticking out from his pelvis, rising with its own strength. As the skin grew taut, she saw the webbing veins swelling up, blue beneath his healthy skin. The tip flushed red in arousal, as did part of the shaft, and when it began curving – Yang felt her uterus clench .

What the fuck was this?

This wasn’t an ordinary dick. This was the type of cock she’d seen in videos online, the type of dick that girls rolled their eyes at when men claimed they had one, knowing that the chances were slim to none. This was the type of cock that women dreamed of taming, only to get tamed in returned, fucked stupid until their silly brains short circuited from the immense pleasure of having their insides rearranged.

Jaune Arc was hung .

When it reached full mast, it hung between them, bobbing as it twitched and flexed, the powerful root on the underside taut and menacing. Yang stared at it in disbelief, defeat snatched from the jaws of victory. There was nothing to ridicule or mock, unless…

She gathered herself, jaw clenching as she focused her mind.

No, she wasn’t just about to roll over and admit defeat. Not yet! She’d come this far! So what if he had a ridiculously big, needlessly impressive cock? That was only its size! Sure, it was handsome but who cared! If it couldn’t perform, then what was the point ?

He’d humiliated her by making her cum in just a few touches, so she was going to make him drop his load in a couple of pumps. Two pump chump, that’s what they called it. She was going to make him cum like the little virgin he was and then she would be the one in control, not him! If he didn’t want her spreading how much of a loser he was, then he better forget about her choice of job!

“S-So this is your dick, is it?” she tried to act haughty like Weiss but it fell flat, but she continued anyway. “So what! You think I’m impressed? B-Because I’m not!”

Jaune stared at her in horror, completely mute – but that was fine. She didn’t want him to talk. She just wanted him to cum.

“You’ve made a big mistake,” she told him, the hand on his chest sliding down. She couldn’t help but admire how his torso felt, the smoothness of his skin, the warmth, and the firm lines of his cut muscles. Her lips trembled. “You made a fool out of me, Jaune Arc. Now I’m going to make a fool out of you!”

“Don’t think that just because you have a big cock that I’ll give in,” her hand curled around the base of his shaft, and it pulsed in her grip, almost making her let go in fright. “You aren’t special so don’t get a big head!”

It wasn’t the first cock she’d touched but it was by far the biggest and the hottest, his skin blazing against her palm. She squeezed it firmly and felt that small bit of give, compressing, but he was completely iron underneath. Not only was he the biggest and hottest she’d touched, it was also the hardest.

She stared at it dumbly as it throbbed again, the entire thing jerking up. A thick pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip, building up before dribbling down the side. Lilac eyes tracked it as it rolled down his burly shaft before wetting the side of her fingers which were struggling and failing to touch.

Heh. He was going to be so easy! He was already drooling for her!

Yang was out of practice but she knew the gist. Pump it up and down, firmly but not too hard, and only touch the head when it was sufficiently lubed. If you did it before, it might be painful rather than pleasurable, and even though an evil part of her mind would like nothing more than to make Jaune feel a little sore, she was here to humiliate him.

The goal was to make him cum, so that was what she was going to do.

Her hand moved up and down, the veins on his shaft shifting as she began jerking him off in earnest. Her hand rose all the way up to the underside of his glans, her fist brushing against the ridge of his fat head before moving down, jostling his balls with the vigorous movement. Jaune made a sound of surprise and pleasure, deep in his throat, deep and dark, and despite herself, Yang felt it resonate in her belly.

More pre-cum spilled from the tip, quickly wetting his glans and her fist, but as one minute passed, and then two, she frowned.

Why wasn’t he finishing?

Yang looked up at him, her expression annoyed. “Hey, what’s the big idea? Are you going to cum or not?”

Jaune looked at her, eyes hazy with lust. “What?”

“Hurry up and cum!”

“I’m not ready yet,” he managed, his breathing a little stilted. His hips rocked in time with her fist, as if he was fucking her hand. “It takes a while.”

As if! Who did he think he was?

Yang focused as he stroked him harder, giving her hand a little twist. Jaune continued thrusting lightly into her hand, and when her fist glided up a little higher, touching his sensitive glans, he groaned.

“That feels amazing,” he told her, his voice rough. “Damn, Yang – fuck , that feels good.”

Yang tried to say something but her mouth was dry, her throat closing and trapping her words. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, relishing the way it throbbed and jerked in her grip, the silky smooth texture of his pre-ejaculate, the slight swelling of his cock head as it drooled over her. God, she could even smell him; musky, a little salty, the scent of a man’s arousal.

Her tummy quivered, and to her horror, she felt her panties grow damp in response.

This bastard! Why couldn’t he just give in?

Soon she was working him over with both hands, pumping and twisting and attacking his sensitive tip. Her thumb swiped across the end of his dick, his abs flexing as his body tensed. If possible, his cock swelled further, hardening, the veins popping as she attempted to wring him dry.

Why wasn’t it working?

Yang grit her teeth in frustration, wrapping her palm around his glans and giving it a torturous twist. Jaune groaned loudly but it only extracted more pre-cum, her hand now drenched in his essence. Her other hand dipped down and fondled his balls, desperate – but still, he didn’t finish.

“Stop holding back!” she barked, her anger finally expressed through words, unclogging her throat. “What’s wrong with this thing? Is it broken?”

Jaune panted as she rubbed the tip across her moist palm angrily, back and forth, back and forth, his face twisting. “Y-Yang, it just takes a while!”

“No it doesn’t!”

He was trying to humiliate her again, wasn’t he? Yang pumped him harder, fists coming together in the middle of his shaft before pulling apart, as if she was stretching his cock out. Her fingers squelched as they passed over his glans, the lip of his fat head catching on her hand before popping through messily – but not messily enough!

Those other guys would have popped long ago. Within the first minute! But five minutes later, maybe more – and he was still hard and ready, refusing to blow!

“Damn you,” she cursed, feeling the sting upon her pride. He was challenging her worth as a woman, and she wasn't about to let him get away with it. Yang Xiao Long was a certified bombshell!

Jaune Arc wouldn’t get the better of her!

She needed to step it up.

“Fine,” she said roughly, letting go of his cock. It throbbed in protest, bouncing between them, searching for her hands. “I’ll admit you aren’t a two pump chump – but so what? I know what your weakness is.”

Her tits.

Isn’t that why he came to Honkers? Because he wanted to stare at her breasts in that tiny little shirt she wore for work. It’s why most guys came to their store. To check out the meat on display. But Yang Xiao Long was more than just meat!

“Yang, what are you—” he began to say but went silent as she grabbed the hem of her oversized shirt and pulled it over her head.

Yang flushed as her bra-clad tits were revealed to him, part in annoyance, part in embarrassment. He might have seen them before but she wasn’t used to this, and she never would! This was just the price she had to pay to make him look like a fool. She wasn’t showing him her tits because she wanted to!

She saw his eyes widen, and his cock flexed heavily. That boosted her ego quite a bit, and though she was pissed that she had to resort to these measures, she was going to follow through!

Reaching back, she unclipped her bra and it sprung open violently, her bountiful breasts bouncing free. Letting the garment slide down her arms, she discarded it and then placed her hands on her hips, glaring.

“This is what you need, right?” she barked, attempting to mask the quiver in her voice. “Well – here they are!”

Damn it, why were her nipples so hard ?

They ached as they tightened further, Jaune’s eyes devouring them. Yang twitched, stopping herself from covering up. Let him look his fill! It was going to be the end of him.

“Typical guy,” she rolled her eyes. “Flash him your boobs and he becomes hypnotized.”

“Yang,” Jaune’s cock jerked again, a thick string of pre-ejaculate oozing from the tip, dangling. Yang stared at it. “What are you…?”

She couldn’t take her eyes off the way his pre-cum stretched from the end of his dick, dripping to the floor after dangling for several long seconds. Yang swallowed, her mind feeling a little fuzzy, her belly roiling with fire.

She clamped her thighs together as the burn in her loins became unbearable.

“You better hurry up and cum, asshole,” she grabbed his cock threateningly.

Yang started stroking him again, this time focusing on his glans entirely. Both hands cupped him and twisted, pumping up and down in short, quick bursts. Her breasts free, they jiggled from the movement, Jaune staring at them with darkening eyes.

She found a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of the head. Whenever her fingers stroked it, his cock hardened without fail, and so she began to target it. The way Jaune’s face would twist in pleasure, his built chest bunching as he tensed was exactly what she was going for.

“You like it here, huh?” she mocked. She gave it a harsh swipe, her breathing becoming ragged. “Look at that! Looks like I’ve found your weak spot.”

And yet still, he didn’t cum .

Her elation turned to anger the longer she jerked him off, and then anger turned to anxiousness. Biting her lip, she abandoned her current tactic and began stroking him from root to tip, palming his balls and squeezing them.

“Why haven’t you cum yet?” she asked, starting to feel self conscious.

Was she doing something wrong? Guys weren’t meant to last this long, right? They did in porn but they took breaks and shit, and were probably on enhancers or something. That wasn’t real sex, they faked it for aesthetics.

So what the fuck was this?

Was she actually bad at this?

Once she thought it, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The first domino fell and the rest came tumbling down, her pride collapsing, her ego beaten and bruised. She started second guessing every action, her smooth movements growing awkward.

Her eyes stung.

“You bastard,” she hissed, tears gathering. “Fuck you! Why won’t you finish already!”

What else could she do?

“Yang,” Jaune panted. “Get down on your knees.”

Indignation burned deep in her soul, and yet she found herself lowering down onto her knees. Her stomach flipped, her pussy throbbing despite her mind in turmoil. She was giving in.

She knew what was coming next.

He was going to put it in her mouth and make her suck him off. Her heart jackhammered in her chest, her ears filled with the roar of her blood pumping through her veins. Once again, he was making her look like a damn fool and she did nothing to stop it.

Yang stared at his cock, close up for the first time and felt her tender insides quake. It was so long and thick, and manly. The root on the underside was thick and burly, the coiled veins stealing her breath. Her mouth fell open automatically, expecting him to shove it in, and though she wanted to resist – she wasn’t going to let him humiliate her any more! – she didn’t.

She was all talk.

But instead of thrusting it in her mouth, he slot it neatly between her breasts, burying his steel hard shaft within her cleavage. Yang blinked stupidly as he grabbed her tits roughly and squeezed them together, her nipples stinging as they stiffened even more.

“Shit,” he groaned, and then his hips began moving, snapping back and forward. Yang flinched as his cock hit the underside of her chin, rocking her head back. “Fuck, Yang, these feel so good.”

He was fucking her tits.

...He didn’t even want her mouth. All he cared about was her breasts.

Yang seethed with shame and humiliation, glaring through her tears as he used her plump tits to get off. He cleaved between her pliable flesh for one minute, two, his pre-cum keeping him well lubricated, his fingers sinking into her tits harder – until with a groan of ecstasy, he sped up.

“Here it comes,” he choked out, looking down at her – looking down on her. “Fuck Yang, I’m gonna cum.”

He’d done it again.

It was her utter defeat as his huge cock tensed, flexing, the first shot striking her on the underside of her jaw, hitting so hard that it lanced up her cheek as it splattered everywhere. He fired endlessly, Yang’s mind going blank as he doused her neck, chest and face with cum, blasting his fat load all over her until with a shuddering sigh, he pulled away, milking the last drops from his length with his fist.

He even got some of it in her hair, the bastard.

Her womb pulsed darkly, and Yang touched herself through her jeans – and that single touch was enough, her face crumpling as orgasm rocked through her pelvis, biting her lip hard enough to bleed as she attempted to stifle her cries of rapture.

She sagged as her hips bounced, rocking wildly as her insides convulsed around nothing , desperate for something to fill it.

It was pathetic.

She was pathetic.

Damn him!

Yang panted roughly into the tiled floor, his hot cum burning its warmth into her skin.

“Yang?” Jaune asked. “Are you okay?”

Her plan had completely failed.

Chapter Text

“Okay, what’s going on?” Crystal asked as she balanced a tray of empty glasses.

Yang looked up from the bar counter, confused. “What?”

“You’ve been moping all shift,” Crystal rolled her eyes. “So something is clearly bothering you. So spill. Maybe it’ll help to get it off your chest.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yang denied but saw that her work colleague wasn’t buying it.

“Come on, the place is empty tonight,” she gestured around and she was right, of course. Thursday’s were a little hit or miss. Sometimes they were busy but sometimes they were dead, and this week, it was dead. There were only two tables occupied currently; a couple of guys, and a pair of couples. “We’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

“I told you, it’s nothing .”

“If this is nothing, I’d really hate to see if it was serious,” Crystal sighed. “You never struck me as the type to sulk.”

“I’m not sulking!”

She wasn’t! She wasn’t sulking. She had no reason to sulk!

Crystal carried her tray back to the kitchen and then returned moments later, slipping behind the bar. Yang watched as she began making up a couple of mocktails, and knew that she wasn’t about to let this go.

Maybe talking about it to someone would help.

Crystal moved around the bar like she’d done it her entire life, quickly whipping together something tasty. When the tall glass was placed in front of her, Yang inspected it for a few seconds before taking a sip. Mango exploded across her taste buds along with something else, a little more tart. Sweet but not too sweet, she quickly found herself drinking more than half of it.

“Good, right?” Crystal grinned. “It’s even better with vodka. Too bad we’re on the clock.”

Yang clucked her tongue. “You aren’t going to drop this, are you?”

“Nope. So you better tell me what’s up and maybe I can help.”

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, Yang’s cheeks getting a little hot as she recalled her problem. “You better not make fun of me.”

Crystal placed a hand above her heart. “I promise.”

Yang thought about how to ask, and struggled to formulate the right words. “Have you – I mean, all guys are different, right?”

“So it is guy trouble,” Crystal leaned on the counter eagerly, grinning. “I had a hunch it was something like that. Is it that cute guy from Beacon?”

“No,” Yang denied instantly. “No… it isn’t.”

“Hmm. Well, as for your question, yeah, sure,” Crystal shrugged. “They’re all different. Why?”

“I mean – not how they act or anything,” Yang took another sip of her drink, wetting her lips. “Just… like… is it normal for a guy to take a long time to – you know – pop,” she mimed an explosion with her hands, but Crystal just stared at her.

“What?”

“To finish,” she whispered harshly, looking around discreetly. “You know – to cum! To ejaculate!”

“Oh,” Crystal said, eyes widening slightly. “Are you having bedroom trouble?”

“No – yes – I don’t know ,” Yang spluttered, horrified at the conversation they were having. She liked to talk a big game but asking another woman if she was lacking was very embarrassing! “It’s just – I’ve been with other guys, and they always finished really quickly but…”

“This new guy didn’t,” Crystal finished. Yang nodded. “That’s a good thing, right? I mean, I like a guy that can go all twelve rounds.”

Her suggestive tone didn’t ease Yang’s concerns.

“I was trying to make him finish quickly, though. I was… jerking him off , but he wouldn’t cum no matter how long I was doing it, so he ended up making me give him a… he used my tits…”

Fuck, what the hell was she saying?

“It felt like I was doing something wrong,” Yang glared at her mocktail. “Like I wasn’t… good enough , or something.”

Voicing it out loud made it feel more real, and she swallowed, feeling like shit. She’d never doubted her looks or sex appeal, not once. But now she wasn’t so sure. She’d tried her hardest to humiliate him but had been humiliated in turn, shown up, exposed as a girl that didn’t know what she was doing.

Yeah, she wasn’t the most experienced girl. She wasn’t some slut, but she knew her way around a dick. Or at least, she thought she did. Now she wasn’t too sure. Those other guys had been poor preparation. Still boys, they’d inflated her ego a little too much.

Maybe. Probably.

Crystal could see that it was really eating at her and reached across the bar, taking one of her hands and giving it a squeeze. “Hey, don’t think like that. You said he finished, right?”

Yang hesitated before nodding. “Yeah, he did.”

“So it took longer than you thought, that doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it,” she said in a calming voice, holding her eyes. “Some guys take longer than others, for a whole lot of different reasons. Some are just quick shots, and depending on the person, some girls might take that as a compliment,” she grinned. “And some guys take a little more working over. Those guys are normally a little more experienced, you know what I mean? They know their way around a pussy and want to make a girl feel good, for as long as possible.”

Problem was, Jaune wasn’t experienced. He didn’t ‘know’ his way around a pussy. At least, she didn’t think he did.

...Fuck, was he actually some type of womanizer?

It made sense. His confidence with her, leading her on, making her do him favors in exchange for keeping her secret. That wasn’t the actions of some virgin. Even after all this time, even after everything, she was still viewing Jaune as this innocent lamb when in reality, he was the wolf.

Yang wasn’t his first go around.

His efforts to woo Weiss had been so horrible, it had gaslighted them all into thinking that he was terrible with women. And even then, Yang had seen Weiss’ attitude towards Jaune shifting in recent times, the harshness falling away and replaced by – dare she say it – a fondness that seemed impossible not too long ago.

It was the same with Blake. Hadn’t they been hanging around each other more often?

It had been a fleeting thought, once. That he might be trying it on with her teammates but what if he was well beyond the trying stage? What if… Jaune was already having his way with her team? Yang felt her throat close up, her heart pausing in her chest.

He could be fucking Blake while he was toying with her, fucking Weiss.

She shook her head. No, Weiss wasn’t that type of girl – but neither was she, and look what she was doing!

Was Jaune Arc actually a playboy?

And he had her right where he wanted her, and she couldn’t do anything to escape. All she could do was bow to his whims. How long would it be before he wanted more ? He was content with her tits currently, but what next? Her mouth? Her pussy?

Did he want to claim her virginity?

Yang squirmed, clenching her thighs together as her tummy flipped.

He wouldn’t go that far, right?

He would. He totally would. Why wouldn’t he? Yang was a young, beautiful, fertile Huntress-in-training. She had large, shapely breasts and a tight, fit body with a snug little pussy to match. This was the end game, wasn’t it? He was just taking his time getting there, manipulating her effortlessly.

She needed to turn things around. She’d failed with the handjob but just because she’d lost the battle, it didn’t mean she’d lost the war.

“If you’re worried about technique, you could always do a little research,” Crystal suggested.

“Research?”

“Yeah. I mean, you could watch some porn,” Yang rolled her eyes. “What? I mean, yeah – half that shit is exaggerated crap but there is a lot of amateur stuff that is pretty good, and way more realistic. If that isn’t your style, I guess I could give you some pointers. You know, one woman to another.”

That sounded even more horrible.

“No, thank you,” Yang shook her head. “I’m already embarrassed enough as it is.”

“Hey, we girls need to stick together. I don’t mind opening the vault and sharing a little.”

It would have been a very sweet offer if it was about anything else.

While Yang wasn’t at the point of using porn for research, it did give her an idea. The internet was filled to the brim with knowledge, about everything and anything. There were probably dozens of websites out there, detailing things like this, so she just needed to find the right one.

Easy, right?

No, it wasn’t!

Her team was asleep when she returned from her shift, and after a quick shower, Yang burrowed under her blanket and began searching. She quickly found that anything sex related quickly became a mess when you typed it into a search engine, and the first dozen or so sites she passed through were useless.

When she did finally find one that was promising, it took her a few minutes to get over her own embarrassment before reading through it. There were pictures but it was all delivered in a very clinical, detached way that was a little weird but made it easy to consume. It went into great detail about the penis, the different erogenous zones and how to get the best results.

“Prostate,” Yang whispered, growing giddy at the thought of slipping a finger up his ass. He wouldn’t be so cocky then, would he? But at the same time, Yang knew that if she upset him in any way, his lips might loosen and her secret might come spilling out.

There would be no prostate tickling.

Yet .

But there were other more easily accessible places. The glans was the most obvious, and Yang had tried but maybe she hadn’t been focused enough. The tip was considered very sensitive but rubbing at it too harshly could be painful, and actually do the opposite of what you were intending. A little like directly touching the clitoris without any warm up or lubrication, it hurt more than it felt pleasurable.

The frenulum was a spot on the underside of the glans, a better spot to focus on. Rubbing it with a finger or licking it could produce very good results, according to them. Yang recalled finding it, and the way his cock would swell when she stroked it. Jaune had reacted favorably to it – but he still hadn’t cum.

The lip of his glans was the same, that intimidating ridge that gave his cock head its shape. It flared wider than the shaft and was easy to tease, but it had gotten her nowhere. At least, not fast enough.

She was going to have to use her mouth, wasn’t she?

Yang glared at her scroll. Wasn’t she just playing into his hands? This is what he wanted and here she was, considering it – but what other options did she have? If she targeted these spots with her tongue and lips, and not just her fingers… if she took that ridiculously fat cock between her lips and sucked it, and kept sucking it until it spat those heavy ropes down her throat…

Yang squirmed, feeling her vagina react to her thoughts. Reading about how to pleasure a man had already made her feel a little hot under the collar but now thinking about Jaune’s stupidly handsome, fat dick tipped her over the edge.

Her crotch itched, and she did her best to ignore it. She read about the sensitivity of a man’s scrotum and testicles, and how sensitive and vulnerable they were. A gentle squeeze at the right time could set a guy off, or handling them too roughly could undo all the work you’d put in, and land you back at square one.

Maybe she’d fondled them too hard when she’d done it.

Now that she was thinking about him like this, she was reliving the moment. The feel of his steel hard shaft, pulsing and throbbing. How smooth the skin was, how the veins knotted and pressed into her palm. The way his balls felt, like twin eggs within a fleshy sack, soft yet firm. The smell . That musky scent that could only come from a man.

How long and thick, and fuck , how it felt slotted between her tits. The way it had flexed powerfully as it shot all over her neck, the underside of her chin, the tops of her breasts, and how hard it had exploded from his cock.

There is no way that wouldn’t feel amazing, buried deep inside her cunt, right? Blasting into her womb, unloading his pent up lust inside her body, thudding into her uterus… and then she recalled how hot his cum had felt on her skin, a burning warmth, his semen thick like jelly…

Yang bit her lip as she forced her sweatpants down over her hips, her underwear quickly joining them around her ankles. Her pussy was already damp, her fingers trembling as they stroked through the hair carpeting her mons and then lower.

“Haaaaah,” she sighed, lightly touching her vulva. Her outer lips were already fat and swollen with arousal, her clit begging to be touched. Dipping down lower, she gathered her wetness on the tips of her fingers, smearing it around her puckered entrance.

Even this much felt good. Ever since that time Jaune had effortlessly made her cum, she felt much more sensitive than usual – but it still didn’t feel as good as when he touched her. Turning her face into her pillow, she groaned softly as she put pressure on her snug little hole, slipping one finger inside, and then two.

Her vagina stretched, her walls hugging her digits as her insides contracted. Yang fingered herself slowly, gathering more of her syrup before pulling out and stroking higher, smearing her cum across her urethra and then her clit.

“Shit,” she panted, gritting her teeth. Her little pearl throbbed in time with her racing heart, already feeling tender and puffy. Giving it a gentle flick, her hips rocked, her inner walls coiling tight. “Mmng—why does it feel so good already?”

Her belly trembled as she slowly toyed with her clit, getting it nice and moist before rubbing it in circles, framing it with two of her fingers. Pleasure bloomed hot and heavy in her womb, sparks of ecstasy lancing up her spine. Her hips couldn’t stop rocking, humping her hand as she teased her little bundle of nerves to the brink.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mouthed, her breathing becoming erratic. Her body shifted, her hard nipples chafing against the inside of her top. They stung like two pinpricks of sensation, aching to be touched. “Oh fuck , this is – oh god~♡,” she bit her lip hard enough to bruise.

She was going to cum already.

Her entrance contracted, squeezing out a thick dribble of girl cum, rolling down the curve of her butt. She thought of Jaune’s cock, then – and imagined it burrowed deep inside her, thrusting in and out, deflowering her, making her a woman…

That fat burly dick would feel so good inside her. That ridiculous length would touch her so deep , and that girth would stretch her wide. The way it curved up would grind it against her g-spot perfectly, and she feared that her inexperienced pussy wouldn’t be able to fit it all.

It was a cock designed to conquer any unruly, defiant woman that dared to take it.

The pressure in her tummy threatened to snap…

“Yang?” a voice asked sleepily. “Are you home?”

Ruby’s voice.

Her heart leapt into her throat, everything becoming tense, and then with a moan trapped in her throat to hide it from her little sister, Yang cum her brains out.

Again and again and again, her tender pussy contracted and spasmed, Yang choking as she tried to muffle her rapture. Her fingers kept moving frantically, body writing as wetness gushed from her vagina, soaking her sheets and mattress.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think – not until her orgasming body had its fill, the rhythmic contractions slowing to crawl, though she continued to jerk and spasm sporadically as the aftershocks continued to pulse through her.

“Yang?”

Mortification didn’t even begin to cover it, blasting through the glow of her satisfying orgasm immediately.

“Y-Yeah, I’m home,” she stuttered, hoping her voice didn’t sound weird.

“Oh,” there was a beat of silence. “Are you okay?”

“Yep. All good here, sis,” she flinched as she removed her hands from her clit, a little light headed.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Yang listened carefully but it was difficult with her heart pounding in her ears, blood thrumming with adrenaline – but when Ruby didn’t say anything else, and Weiss and Blake remained silent, asleep, Yang sighed, sagging, relieved.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

She had trouble sleeping after that. Fearful that her sister or one of her teammates were going to call her out. It also didn’t help that she’d created a massive wet spot in the middle of her bed, making it uncomfortable. The sheets clung to her butt, and not wanting to dirty her sweatpants, she kicked them off and left them bunched at the end of the bed.

It was a long night.

“Woah,” Blake said the next morning. “Rough night out?”

Yang looked a mess, bags under her eyes. She’d slipped into the bathroom in the early hours of the morning to shower but it didn’t help beyond giving her a brief rush of energy when the cold water hit her skin.

“You could say that,” she muttered.

Weiss tsked. “That’s what happens when you spend every week going down to Vale. Maybe you should cut back.”

“It’s not that,” Yang denied. “I just… couldn’t sleep.”

“Something on your mind?” Blake asked, curious.

Yeah – but it wasn’t something she could talk to her partner about. She couldn’t talk to any of them about it. This whole situation made her feel like such a loser but she’d rather die than admit to any of it, especially what she’d done last night.

How could she have done that? Masturbate to thoughts about that bastard’s cock? Just because it was needlessly big and impressive? So what? He just got lucky, that was all. Good genes. It didn’t mean anything. Everyone knew that it was all about how you used it, right?

Yang ignored the fact that Jaune might very well know ‘how to use it’ since she hadn’t been able to make him cum until he’d decided to fuck her tits, instead calling him every unfavorable name under the sun within her mind.

She might be down but she wasn’t out!

She would show him that she wasn’t the type of girl he should be messing with!

All of that bravado took a backseat when she saw him at breakfast, her cheeks flushing hotly as she felt phantom pleasure of her orgasm rush through her. He was seated beside Pyrrha, looking so innocent, completely unaware that she’d frigged herself to thoughts of his dick – god, he was such a fucking bastard.

He looked up, spotting her. Feeling his eyes on her only made that phantom rush feel more real.

“Morning, Yang,” he greeted with a smile. Pyrrha perked up, waving her way.

“Hello~!”

“Ah, hey guys,” she grit her teeth and set her tray down, slipping into the seat across from them. “What’s up?”

The dining hall quickly filled up, excited chatter abundant. It was a Friday after all, every student’s favorite day of the week. It meant two days of freedom awaited, all they needed to do was get through the day.

For Yang, Friday meant Jaune would be visiting again tonight.

He gave nothing away as he chatted with Ruby, taking bites of his toast. A wolf among sheep, waiting for his time to strike. Yang didn’t like the way Ruby’s eyes lit up as he made her laugh with some goofy joke, what was once an innocent interaction between friends stained by her overactive imagination.

What if Jaune had blackmailed her baby sister into doing favors for him, just like he had with her?

“Ahem,” Weiss cleared her throat. “Jaune – if you have some time later, I wish to discuss something with you.”

What if he also had Weiss Schnee trapped beneath his thumb?

“Uh – sure,” he appeared confused, but it was likely an act!

“Don’t look so frightened. You asked for help with your Dust Usage assignment, did you not?”

“Oh – right! Thanks a bunch, Weiss!”

“Hmph~! As long as you appreciate it, there is no need for thanks.”

Pyrrha fiddled with her fork. “I could help… if you’d like?”

Pyrrha was likely already deep under his sway. He’d had the most time with her out of everyone, finding her weak spot to exploit.

Jaune beamed. “Sure. Oh, uh – if Weiss is fine with that…?”

Weiss nodded, appearing happy. “Pyrrha is more than welcome to join us.”

“I have finished that book you were asking about,” Blake said, drawing his attention. “Do you still want to borrow it?”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Was it any good?”

She smiled, her calm expression becoming excited. “It was even better than I was expecting. When Sasuke ended up in Kikyo’s hands—,”

“Wait, wait – don’t spoil it!”

Blake flushed sheepishly. “Sorry!”

Yang pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing at her eyes. She needed to focus. Make it through the day, have a quick power nap before work and then… her hands curled into fists, Yang filled with resolve. Then she’ll show him that last time was only a fluke! She was going to rock his world and make him a babbling mess, and by the end of it, he’ll be begging her to stop – and maybe she won’t. Maybe she'll keep going until he is forced to retreat like the bastard he was, and Yang would be the one that stood victorious.

She just had to make him blow his load with her mouth. Easy!

Her day was just as long as her night, and Yang found herself nearly falling asleep in most of her classes. In Grimm Studies, she did fall asleep – but that wasn’t anything new. A lot of her classmates tended to doze off when Professor Port got started on a tangent, even Weiss and Pyrrha tended to lose much of their energy when he really got rolling.

Combat Class woke her right back up, though. Cardin eyed her warily as they were called up to fight.

“What?” she snapped.

“Nothing,” he said back, bracing himself for a beat down.

That is exactly what she delivered, and if she was a little more brutal than necessary because she imagined Cardin’s dumb face as Jaune’s stupid face, then so be it! She might have felt bad if it was anyone else but Cardin, but it wasn’t, and so she didn’t.

When classes were over, Yang sighed in relief, rushing back to their room as soon as the final class concluded and changing the sheets on her bed before collapsing on it, setting her alarm so she wasn’t late for work.

She was out like a light before the rest of her team got back.

Yang almost slept through her alarm. That would have been a first but that was how tired she was.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go out tonight,” Blake said, voice full of concern.

“I’m fine, that nap was just what I needed,” Yang lied. It hadn’t been refreshing at all. If anything, she felt even more exhausted than before she went to sleep. She hated when that happened.

A cold shower helped blow away any cobwebs but instead of taking her bike down to Vale, she decided to take an airship.

Tired as she was, she looked amazing. Yang made sure to fix herself up to the max, her hair nice and lush, her makeup perfectly applied. Even her lips looked plumper than usual, glossy with balm and ready to show once and for all that Jaune wasn’t shit! She was drop dead gorgeous and she was going to blow his mind.

There was another game this week taking place in Vale, and so it was packed. From the moment she arrived until her first break, it was full steam ahead. At some point, she got her second wind, prancing from table to table, putting her best foot forward.

They were putty in her hand.

“I’ll have the barbecue whiskey glazed ribs,” one guy said before looking up at her, eyes zeroing in on her puppies. Yang made sure to squeeze her arms together to plump them up even more. “Uh… and a milk – no, wait, a coke!”

His friend snorted, though he was getting an eye full as well, staring at her body like it was an all you can eat buffet. Their girlfriends didn’t appear nearly as impressed – or were they their sisters? It was hard to tell. You’d think guys wouldn’t bring their partners to a place that heavily marketed the sex appeal of their serving staff, yet it happened. A lot.

“We’ll have the fried chicken bowl,” one of the girls said roughly. “We can share it.”

The other girl just glared at Yang.

Girlfriend, then. She had a feeling the tip from this table was going to be nonexistent.

Crystal was on the other side of the dining floor, doing her best to charm the money out of a pair of older gentlemen’s pockets. From the expressions on their faces, she was doing a good job of it, practically drooling over her as she bent at the waist just right , and flicked her hair in a showy display to reveal her neck and collar.

Too easy.

“Can I get a refill?” a guy from another table called, and Yang took his empty glass.

“Coming right up.”

The hustle and bustle of a busy night did a good job of taking Yang’s mind off of Jaune, just for it all to come rushing back when she was on her break. Sipping at her cola, she tried to think of something else, anything else, but it was hopeless.

Tonight, she was going to be giving Jaune Arc a blowjob. There was just no way around it.

She was ready. She was better prepared this time. Consulting her scroll, she looked up dick sucking techniques and there were plenty of options. A dozen different ways a girl could make a guy see stars, guaranteed!

So they claimed.

If her hands weren’t good enough, then her mouth sure as hell was! Yang refused to be humiliated again.

He didn’t know what he was in for!

When she returned from her break, the place had somehow gotten even busier. Fans from both teams flooded in, and it was frantic as she dashed back and forth, avoiding any cheeky hands that tried to grab a handful of something that didn’t belong to them.

One of the other staff wasn’t so lucky, and the guy ended up getting thrown out after pinching her on the butt.

“Come on, it was just a bit of fun!” he shouted as Sepia threatened to call the police, his friends pulling him out.

“Asshole,” Yang muttered, shaking her head.

It was a part of the job but that didn’t mean they had to take it. There were always going to be guys that overstepped, she was just glad that their supervisor was willing to stand up for the workers.

If any of them touched her , she would put them through a wall. Lawsuit be damned.

As the night wore on, Yang felt her exhaustion begin to catch up with her. As a Huntress-in-training, she had to learn how to operate in high stress situations with very little sleep but it was never a pleasant experience. She took another break and downed an energy drink to give her a pep up.

She heard a loud cheer and knew that the game had been won, presumably by the team from Vale.

Approaching the end of her shift, Yang carried dirty dishes and glasses back into the kitchen to be washed. That was where she bumped into Crystal.

“Crazy night, huh?” she said, looking a little how Yang felt. Rundown, and wanting nothing more than a bed.

“You can say that again,” Yang set the tray down next to the sink. “I need sleep, like, yesterday.”

Crystal laughed. “I know what you mean.”

A little more cleanup and they were done, and they both clocked out together.

“Didn’t bring Bumblebee tonight?” Crystal asked, searching through her handbag for her car keys. Yang shook her head.

“Nah, I felt like shit. Didn’t want to risk it.”

“Do you need a lift anywhere?”

“Just drop me off downtown – there’s a place I stay at, it’s pretty cheap.”

She hesitated. “You know – if you wanted to, you could crash at my place. If that isn’t too weird or anything.”

Yang blinked. “What? Really?”

“Yeah – we can have a few drinks and then pass out, make a whole thing of it.”

She smiled gratefully. “That sounds… awesome. I could do with a few shots – or a dozen. It’ll make me sleep like a baby.”

Wait – wasn’t she forgetting something?

“Did Jaune come in tonight?” Crystal asked casually as they got into her car.

...That motherfucker!

She’d been so worked up about him all day and then he didn’t even show up! Friday was their day – no, what the hell was she thinking, they didn’t have a day! But it was the day he always showed up, ready to rub her face in it – and he hadn’t shown!

“Yang?”

She couldn’t believe it. The nerve of him. He was toying with her, playing mind games. He’d seen her getting worked up, worrying about her last performance but instead of sticking it to her, he had decided to let her stew.

That fucking bastard.

Who did he think he was?

“Yang, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Yang said curtly, seething.

She was going to suck his cock and he just ghosted her, just like that! Like she wasn’t worth shit!

“You don’t look fine,” Crystal said worriedly. “If you’re going to punch something, please don’t punch my car – and I’m sorry for whatever it is that I said.”

“I won’t punch your car,” Yang grit her teeth. “It’s just… I really need that drink. I hope you have a full bottle at home.”

Where the hell was he?

Chapter Text

Yang slept like a log and didn’t return to Beacon until nearly noon with a pounding headache and a mouth drier than the Vacuoan desert. She really shouldn’t have finished off that entire bottle of vodka but once she’d started, she hadn’t been able to stop and with Crystal matching her, drink for drink, the pair of them had made messes of themselves.

At least no one else had been around to see Yang break down and blubber about Jaune standing her up.

It was bad enough that Crystal saw it but once Yang had started crying, Crystal started crying about an ex-boyfriend who she was still in love with, and the whole thing had spiraled out of control. She felt pathetic – and yet it had been cathartic in a way, to get all the emotion out, to empty the tank. At least she hadn’t gone into specifics.

Even drunk, she’d managed to keep the details about her situation with Jaune to the basics.

But now she felt like hell, pulse pounding behind her eye, and so she made a beeline for her room. If she could get another couple of hours of sleep, maybe she wouldn’t feel so damn horrible.

It was just her luck that things didn’t go to plan, though.

She was almost at her room when she spotted him, stepping out of the room across the hall. Yang paused for a moment, stunned – and then she saw red.

Okay, maybe she hadn’t gotten all the emotion out last night.

“Hey,” she shouted, storming up to him.

Jaune blinked, startled. “What? Oh, hey Yang, what’s up?”

“Don’t you what’s up me, you bastard!”

Yang grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him down, their noses almost touching.

“Y-Yang!”

“Think you’re clever, huh? Messing with a girl’s heart?” she seethed through gritted teeth. “No one ghosts Yang Xiao Long and gets away with it!”

Jaune flailed in panic. “Yang, what are you talking about?”

“Yes, Yang – what are you talking about?”

Yang froze, a chill racing down her spine. Her anger cooled at once, doused in ice.

Releasing her hold on Jaune, she leaned back and saw that he wasn’t alone. Behind him in the doorway was Pyrrha, her eyebrow arched questioningly.

“Uh…”

While she didn’t look angry, Pyrrha looked far from impressed. “Why are you manhandling my partner?”

A million different excuses raced through her mind but it only made her headache worse, cringing as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Jaune’s shocked expression faded, replaced by concern.

“Yang, are you okay?”

“What do you care?” she hissed.

“What do you mean? Of course I care,” he said. He then sniffed the air. “Wait, have you been drinking?”

Yang felt her face get hot.

What the fuck did he think he was doing? Acting nice now after making a fool of her, creating expectations and then dashing them without a care in the world. All to make her squirm! Well, she wasn’t falling for this nice guy routine. No she wasn’t! They’d all been blind to it but she knew – oh, she knew that he was a sneaky, slimy, womanzing…

“I’ve got just the thing!” he interrupted her inner monologue, clapping his hands together. She flinched from the sound. “Whoops, sorry! But I know just what you need! My older sisters used to have really wicked hangovers but I’ve got the cure! Just wait here, I’ll be right back!”

“Wait, Jaune, what…?” Pyrrha tried to stop him but he was already gone, racing down the hall and leaving them alone.

Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.

“So…” Yang cringed, feeling like Ruby; socially inept. “That, uh – happened.”

Pyrrha frowned at her.

“What did you mean that he ghosted you?” she asked, filling Yang with dread.

She wasn’t going to drop it, was she?

A lie. She needed a lie. A believable lie. Anything!

“Well, uh… funny thing is…”

She was fucking screwed! If Pyrrha found out that she was working at Honkers, it would only be a matter of time before her team found out! Even if Pyrrha didn’t tell them directly, the likelihood of Nora prying it out of her was high! Very, very high! For all her strength, Pyrrha caved to social pressure remarkably easily and Yang had witnessed Nora getting her to do things that she didn’t want to do, just by making herself appear disappointed in Pyrrha for saying no.

This was a disaster!

“I am unfamiliar with the term,” Pyrrha suddenly admitted sheepishly. “I’m not really good with this stuff.”

...She was saved! It was a miracle!

“He was meant to lend me something,” Yang blurted. “No, I mean – I leant him something but he didn’t return it!”

She was a damn idiot.

Stupid.

Moron.

“Oh,” Pyrrha said. “Uh, what is it? Maybe I can go get it.”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry,” Yang waved her hands. “It’s fine. He can just… give it to me later. No biggie.”

“It sounded like you were pretty upset about it,” Pyrrha pointed out.

“I was just… playing around…?”

They stared at one another blankly.

Thankfully, Jaune chose that moment to return.

“Here, drink this,” he thrust a tall bottle into her hands, and Yang almost fumbled it. “That’ll help you recover, trust me. It’s basically a cure, it has a ton of electrolytes and stuff, drink as much as you can and lie down for half an hour, you’ll bounce back and feel like a new person.”

Yang stared at the bottle. It had one of those generic names you see everywhere on sports drinks, for that is exactly what it was. A sports drink. This flavor was called Arctic Chill, whatever that was supposed to taste like, and it was a bright blue color that honestly looked radioactive.

“What?”

“Trust me, it’ll work like a charm.”

“Pyrrha… I’d like to borrow your partner for a bit, if that’s okay?”

“Oh, uh – sure,” she smiled. “I’ll see you later, Jaune. Make sure to return Yang’s property. You shouldn’t keep hold of it longer than what was discussed.”

“Huh?”

Pyrrha waved as she walked down the hallway, and when they were alone, Yang poked him in the chest.

“Where. The. Hell. Were. You?”

“I don’t know what you mean!”

Did he think she was stupid?

“Last night,” she growled. “You never – you come in every Friday, and you didn’t turn up!”

He blinked at her.

“What?”

Did he want to die?

“Honkers,” she spat. “Friday nights. You. Get it?”

She saw the lightbulb go off inside his brain. “Oooooh, that’s what you mean.”

Yang wanted to strangle him.

“I didn’t go out last night.”

He said it so matter of factly that it took her a moment to realize that was all he was going to say.

“You didn’t go out last night,” she repeated.

Jaune shook his head. “Nope! I was here all night.”

Yang gaped at him.

Was he being serious right now?

“ Why didn’t go out?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t have any plans.”

Did he really think she was going to believe that? Didn’t have any plans? What the hell was she ? She was a plan, wasn’t she? She was the plan. And this was just another part of it. He was acting all innocent and oblivious but Jaune knew exactly what he was doing when he didn’t show up. He knew how worked up she was getting, and how humiliated she was that she hadn’t been able to make him cum faster, and this was just another taunt.

I know you want to suck my dick, but what if I don’t let you?

Her hand tightened around the bottle, squeezing it until it bulged.

“Uh, Yang – if you aren’t careful, that will spill everywhere,” he pointed out worriedly.

She was going to make him spill everywhere.

Removing the cap, Yang upended the sports drink into her mouth and drank it all in one long, desperate pull. Jaune stared at her in surprise as she guzzled it all down before tossing it away angrily.

“You, me – now ,” she then seized his arm and dragged him into Team JNPR’s room, slamming the door behind her. Thankfully the room was empty, Ren and Nora nowhere to be seen. With Pyrrha having just left, they were all alone.

“Wait, Yang – what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” she snapped. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Well, I’m not the type of girl that takes being teased lying down! You’ve crossed the line, mister. Now you’re going to pay!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Yang scoffed. “Bullshit! You want me to give you a blowjob? Fine – I’ll give you the best damn blowjob you’ve ever had in your entire life!”

“ What? ”

She shoved him, hard. Jaune staggered and fell back onto one of the beds.

“This is what you want, right?” she palmed her own tits, squeezing them. “You loved putting that fat fucking dick of yours between them, didn’t you, and shooting all over my face! Asshole! Got off on that, didn’t you? Giving me a facial?”

Jaune mouthed words but nothing came out.

“Made you feel like a real big shot,” she removed her shirt, tossing it away angrily. Her bra quickly followed, her tits sagging a little without the support but maintaining their amazing shape. “Well that isn’t happening this time, buster! You’re going to cum and you’re going to cum fast, and it’s going right here,” she tapped her mouth. “Got it?”

Her chest heaved as she finished shouting at him, gasping for breath. Those deep blue eyes of his were locked onto her chest, and Yang felt her nipples harden, puckering beneath his heated gaze. Her head was still pounding but pain was secondary, shoved beneath her indignation.

She hesitated before pulling down her pants, kicking off her boots. She was left in nothing but a pair of black panties, the crotch beginning to dampen as her traitor pussy started leaking arousal.

His eyes darted down, drinking in her crotch, and Yang smirked, “Like that, do you? You’ve already touched it, so I guess you want to see it now, right? Fuck! You’re such a greedy prick, aren’t you? I’m not doing this because I want to, got it?”

She slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband on either side and tugged them down over her hips and ass, shimmying to help them along. Her panties pooled on the floor around her ankles, and she stepped out of them.

Her heart was thudding against her ribcage, her ears filled with the sound of her blood roaring through her body. Her tummy clenched as Jaune’s eyes darkened, pupils swallowing his beautiful blue irises.

In preparation for last night, just in case , she’d made sure to tidy herself up. Her mons was completely smooth, free of hair, her young, pale skin soft and moist. Reaching down with trembling fingers, she lightly stroked her clitoral hood, pleasure sparking through her body, a rush of heat pooling low in her belly.

Jaune swallowed, his throat bobbing.

“Best pussy you’ve ever seen, right?” she taunted, voice almost cracking. She grit her teeth. “Better than you deserve!”

Her vulva was puffy, her outer lips plump. Yang had always been a little self-conscious about how her vagina looked, though she would never admit to that, even to herself. It resembled no more than a slit, her lips sealed tight, and even her clitoral hood was mostly buried. It made her pussy look younger than it was, and she wasn’t sure if guys liked that or not.

Wasn’t it kind of weird?

She was a grown woman, just look at her tits and ass? But her pussy looked underdeveloped, and maybe it was. Maybe that was why he’d been able to make her cum so easily. It wasn’t ready for a guy to touch it.

No.

It wasn’t ready for a man to touch it.

Those other boys had touched it and it hadn’t given up after a few strokes, gushing at the most basic of provocations. Meanwhile, she’d struggled to make him bust and it had taken him fucking her cleavage to make it happen.

Her pride, her ego burned at the slight.

But not this time. Oh no, not this time . This time he was going to be the fool, and she was going to laugh at him when he couldn’t even handle her mouth for a minute before he groaned in embarrassment, squirting his load between her lips.

Yang continued to rub her pussy, glaring at him, “Take off your pants.”

When he hesitated, she stormed over and dropped between his legs, kneeling between his thighs. “Fine! I’ll do it!”

Jaune stared at her but she was focused, her eyes settled on his crotch. Her hands shook as she unlatched his belt, yanking it out roughly and tossing across the room, the buckle clattering as it hit the wall. Next she unbuttoned his jeans, her fingers struggling before she finally forced the button out through the hole. The zipper was much easier, and the sound of it lowering was deafening.

“Wait, Yang,” Jaune tried but she slapped his hands away.

“Stop trying to hurry me,” she snapped, glaring up at him. “I’m going to suck it, okay? Just… give me a minute.”

She tugged his jeans down, pulling them until they pooled around his ankles. He was wearing dark blue boxer-briefs, and they were tented with his swelling erection. Yang felt her mouth go dry, feeling a little dizzy as she reached for the waistband.

Pulling his underwear down, his cock was revealed to her eyes. He wasn’t at full mast yet but he was well on his way, but even so, he was still ridiculously large. Swallowing thickly, she grasped his stiffening shaft and gave it a squeeze.

“Yang,” Jaune groaned.

“Stop rushing me,” she growled. “It isn’t even completely hard yet!”

She watched with fascination as it continued to grow, and grow, and grow . Fuck, it just kept going. He had such a long, fat dick that she’d almost forgotten just how big it really was. Almost.

Yang pumped her hand up and down slowly, helping it along. When it was hard and throbbing, she began using both of her hands. It made them look small, easily dwarfing them as she jerked him off. His large balls jostled, the webbing veins pulsing as she began tormenting the underside of his glans with her thumb.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” she mocked, pre-cum oozing from the tip. Wetting her thumb, she swirled it in figure-eight patterns, his crown swelling. Jaune sighed in bliss, and taking that as encouragement, she moved faster.

This was the frenulum, right? If she licked it, it would feel even better for him.

Yang leaned in, her left hand pumping the shaft while her right played with the head. She tickled the tip, collecting more of his silken discharge and smearing it around his crown. Now that she was closer, she could smell the musk radiating off it, reminding her of that day in the locker room. The stench of his thick, boiling hot cum as it coated her face and neck and chest. That scent that could only be described as man .

It made her feel a little woozy.

It really was big, wasn’t it? So long, her hand moving up and down, from base to the underside of his glans. And thick – her fingers struggling to hold him, the bulging undercarriage making it difficult. The way it curved upwards, as if it was designed to rake a girl’s insides, and the fatness of the head, the ridge jutting out.

Her core clenched, and Yang saw stars.

What was wrong with her body? She was so damn horny.

It was all his cock’s fault.

She nuzzled it with her nose, smearing his pre-cum along her skin. Jaune stared down at her with dark eyes, cock pulsing as she ran her palm across the tip. His thighs tensed as she tilted her head, her tongue sticking out before a flash of anxiousness hit her, and she retreated.

“J-Just give me a moment,” she said before he could say anything, slightly scared.

What if she failed again? What if she put that thing in her mouth and she still couldn’t make him blow? She’d never be able to recover from such a humiliating defeat.

“It’s okay,” Jaune brushed a hand through her hair, and she blinked in surprise. “You don’t have to do this, Yang. It’s okay.”

He was mocking her, treating her like a child.

This fucking guy…

Yang relished his groan as her tongue lashed out and lapped at his crown, his cock jerking from the sudden flare of pleasure. Glaring up at him through her lashes, she placed a messy kiss against the leaking tip, smearing her lips in pre-cum. It was salty and a little bitter, and she didn’t like it all! Just because she opened her mouth and slurped his fat head into her mouth didn’t mean she enjoyed the taste!

Even if it made her womb tremble.

His wide cockhead stretched her lips, his hard shaft throbbing as she swallowed about an inch of his cock. Mouth stuffed, she sucked on him, tongue writhing against the underside. That salty, musky taste flooded her senses, and palming his balls gently, she began to slowly move her head up and down.

Fuck, how was she supposed to suck something so big?

The way his cock curved, it forced the head against the roof of her mouth. Jaune seemed to like that, his breathing becoming uneven every time she bobbed down. Tightening her lips, she gave a sturdy slurp as she sucked upwards, mouth stretching as she created more suction.

“ Fuck , Yang, your mouth feels so good,” he praised, voice filled with need . One of his hands cupped her bulging cheeks, the other threading fingers through her blonde tresses. Yang narrowed her eyes, popping off the end of his dick hastily.

“Don’t you pull my hair,” she warned him.

“I won’t,” he said.

“You better not,” she gripped his cock and began pumping it up, rubbing his glans against her lips. “If you do… I’ll never forgive you…”

His answer was stolen as she slurped him back into her mouth, growing more comfortable with his girth. She moved a little faster, sinking a little deeper, her tongue twirling around his glans in unpredictable turns. Yang tried to remember what she’d read, employing those tactics to their fullest. She continued to jerk him off into her mouth, the top of her fist meeting her lips, rolling his plump balls with her other hand. Whenever she gave them a gentle squeeze, his shaft would tense, flexing within her mouth.

“That’s it,” he urged, carefully massaging her scalp with his fingers. Yang hated that it felt good. “You’re so good at this, you must have a lot of practice.”

Was he calling her a slut?

Motherfucker.

Sucking up until just the head remained in her mouth, she tormented the tip with flicks of her tongue before sucking off him, saliva spilling everywhere.

“It’s just natural talent,” she snapped. “I’m not an easy girl, asshole. Just because I’m doing this for you…”

Her hand pumped faster, stroking higher and squeezing his fat crown, her hand becoming slick with her spit and his pre-cum. Polishing the head, Jaune groaned.

“Just hurry up and cum, so we can get this over with,” she said before she began kissing the side of his shaft, tongue curling out to lick the burly root on the underside, fluttering as she mouthed her way up. Teasing the ridge of his glans, she sucked him back into her mouth, pressing him against the inside of her cheek so it bulged obscenely.

His groans of pleasure were music to Yang’s ears and yet one minute turned to two, and then three, and then four, and still, he showed no signs of cumming. In fact, his cock seemed to swell further, and it made her jaw ache, her tongue growing numb. It wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to this.

It also didn’t help that her pussy was a raging inferno.

Yang groaned around his length as her pussy clenched , her arousal leaking from her profusely. Shifting her hips, she spread her thighs until her needy quim was pressed to the carpet directly. She whimpered as she rolled her hips forward, grinding her sensitive pussy across the floor, the sensations making her blood hum through her veins.

She was burning up. Fuck, she was just sucking his cock and she felt like she wanted to cum.

Yang bobbed her head faster, hand pumping harder as she played with his balls. They were trying to tighten, pull up against the base of his shaft but she wouldn’t let them, pulling on them, squeezing them, rolling them. When she pressed him a little deeper into her mouth, she coughed as the tip tested the start of her throat.

“Yang,” Jaune sighed in bliss. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Right there.”

Her next downward suck, Jaune pressed her head down just a little bit, and Yang nearly choked.

Coughing, Yang tried to back off his dick but he only let her go so far before forcing her back down. Yang spasmed as he briefly entered her throat, stretching it out before retreating. Her pussy convulsed, a strange heat filling her head with fog as she hastily pulled off him.

“W-Watch it,” she growled, voice raspy as she coughed, spit dripping down her chin and onto the tops of her breasts. “That hurt, jerk!”

“Sorry,” he apologized. “It just felt so good.”

Bastard.

Did he think just because he was praising her that she was going to go soft on him?

Clearing her throat, she glared at him. “Just… be more gentle.”

The hand on his balls darted down to cup her pussy, stroking her damp labia as she carefully took him back into her mouth. Yang could still feel the phantom stretch of his crown as it tried to enter her throat completely, and she couldn’t ignore it, no matter how hard she tried. Sucking strongly, she pressed down hard.

“ Fuck ,” Jaune hissed.

Her pussy gushed as she swallowed him much further than ever before, eyes watering as his fat dick stretched her throat obscenely. Swallowing around him, she choked, before slurping messily as she rose up. Gathering her spit, she did it again, eyes crossing as she throated his length as far as she could.

“ Oh Yang , keep going, just like that,” he sighed.

It hurt, and yet it also made her pussy spasm in delight. Framing her clitoris with her fingers, she rubbed herself in quick, frantic circles as she continued to deep throat him, the wet, obscene sounds of her sucking his cock filling the room.

Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck.

Yang struggled to breathe through her nose, head fuzzy as she fucked her face on his dick. Spit drooled over his balls and thighs, her jaw protesting the movement, yet she continued, moving faster.

“Shit, Yang – keep going,” he urged. “Right there, baby.”

She could feel her climax rushing towards her, her fingers moving faster, her hips dragging her sodden snatch across the floor, rocking back and forth as if she were riding his dick, not sucking it. Every time he entered her throat, she felt it in her cunt, as if he was fucking her pussy, not her mouth, and when she threw her face down and took him to the root, her lips gripping the base of his tool, it was the end.

Yang whined as her eyes rolled, choking, as her weak, traitor pussy began spasming in orgasm, that knot of pressure unraveling in a rush of heat. She jerked, humping her cunt against the floor as the fingers around her clit stilled, arousal spilling from her and staining the carpet, a massive wet spot blooming beneath her butt as she kept his cock lodged down her throat.

Her vision exploded with stars, her insides pulsing, her moans stifled by his girth – and then, her vision began to dim, a lack of oxygen getting to her, her lungs begging for air. Yang felt like she was falling, her stomach swooping, and then she was floating on the softest of clouds, her orgasm a never ending rockslide of pleasure.

One moment, she was experiencing bliss the likes of which she’d never experienced before, her body wracked with rapture – and then the next, she was blinking blearily at the ceiling as Jaune hovered over her, his face filled with concern.

“Yang,” he called her name, yet it sounded like it was coming from the end of a tunnel. Muffled, almost. “Yang! Are you okay? Yang!”

She blinked, lips moving.

He frowned. “What?”

“Where am… what… happened?” she slurred, eyes darting around.

Jaune was kneeling beside her, and she was laying on the floor. She was naked, and – and his ridiculously long, fat cock was on display, slick with… her saliva.

It all came rushing back in an instant.

“Woah, careful,” he said, trying to push her back down but she slapped his hands away, sitting up. Her head felt a little sore. Not the headache from earlier, the result of a hangover – something else.

She’d choked herself on his cock.

Yang felt her cheeks flush hotly, mortified.

She’d cum her stupid brains out, and then she’d choked herself into unconsciousness giving him head… what the fuck was wrong with her ?

And… he still hadn’t cum!

His erection hadn’t lost a single ounce of vitality, hanging heavily between his legs. Yang stared at it, annoyed that it had defeated her once again. Why couldn’t she win?

“Wait, Yang,” Jaune tried to stop her as she reached for his shaft, but she gripped it hard. “Hey, that hurts…”

“I haven’t finished with you yet,” she crawled on her side until his cock was above her face, casting a long shadow. “I’m not going to let you act like I haven’t held up my end of the bargain.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked but she wasn’t listening, lifting her mouth to suck on his scrotum.

It was a little awkward, her neck straining, but then he groaned and helped brace her head, threading his fingers through her hair and holding her neck up. It was a strange position to be in. He wasn’t sitting on her face, merely kneeling next to her head but with the way her face was positioned, she was under his shaft and balls. Reaching up, she wrapped both hands around his long, thick shaft and began pumping it, her palms twisting.

“Just look at my tits,” she said breathlessly between sucks on his balls. “You love them so much, don’t ya?”

“Don’t you think you should take a rest?”

That’s what he wanted. For her to slink away with her tail tucked between her legs but that wasn’t going to happen. This was her loss, again – but she was going to get him off, her pride as a woman was at stake.

Her ego was bruised enough.

Yang pursed her lips, sucking one of his testicles into her mouth and bathing it in saliva, rolling it with her tongue. Meanwhile, her hands blurred as she jerked him off, double-fisting his burly cock, stroking from root to tip. His shaft flexed powerfully as her hand cupped his glans and polished the tip.

Releasing her hold on his testicle, she sucked the other one into her mouth, giving it the same treatment. She could feel him react in his cock whenever she put pressure on his balls with her tongue, forcing it against the roof of her mouth. When she gathered both of them and sucked harder, squeezing them both with her lips, his voice deepened.

“Yang, god – your tits look so hot,” he said, lightly thrusting into her hands. He seemed to swell even further, and Yang knew he had to be close. “Yeah, keep sucking my balls just like that. You’re so good at it, Yang.”

Even though she’d already cum her brains out, her tummy continued to burn with the embers of her previous orgasm, and hearing his dark, lustful voice praise her was doing things to her. Squeezing her thighs together, she tightened the grip of her fingers, and moved faster.

She was practically milking him, and when she tugged his balls with her mouth, pulling on them, his cock tensed, hard as steel.

“That’s it – you’re going to make me cum, Yang. Fuck, baby – make me cum.”

This is what she wanted.

Giving his balls one final, sturdy suck, she released them and flipped over, getting on her knees quickly. Her hands pumped furiously as she hunched over, and opening her mouth, she slurped his fat crown between her lips.

“Oh god, here it comes,” he sighed, hips rising up as his cock jerked. Yang only had a second to prepare herself before with a heavy gush, his molten cum jetted into her mouth. Four, five, six – he just kept firing, Yang moaning around his glans as she siphoned the cum from his heaving balls with firm, twisting pumps that made him tremble, his voice raw with ecstasy.

Her mouth quickly filled with his silky hot discharge, his overwhelming musk turning her brain to mush, and she tried to swallow.

It was so thick – almost like jelly, and she realized her mistake when it caught in her throat, several more ropes of his cum blasting into her mouth.

Yang choked, coughing, cum erupting from the seal of her lips, and out through her nose. Eyes watering, her nose and throat burned .

“Fuuuuuck,” Jaune groaned as his orgasm began to wane. Yang pulled off his twitching cock, drowning, another cough dislodging the thick cream in her throat and allowing it to go down.

“Y-You fucking b-bastard,” she said angrily, semen dribbling down her chin and over her tits as she straightened up. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Jaune just shrugged, completely lost in his post-nut daze.

Well… at least she managed to make him cum on her own this time!

Chapter Text

“You what ?” Crystal asked incredulously.

Yang flushed, her cheeks burning as she passed the most recent order back to the kitchen for them to prepare. A large group of men were seated at the bar, their rowdy voices drowning out much of the general restaurant sound. A bachelor party, according to them. Yang thought guys hired strippers, went to strip clubs or casinos for this type of thing, living it up, not come to Honkers, but maybe the bride had put her foot down. The groom-to-be was a bit of a flirt and had made a pass at every waitress that came close, so having a stripper anywhere near him would probably be a bad idea.

Why anyone would marry someone they couldn’t trust was beyond her.

Or maybe his friends brought him here for his own good. Looking out for their friend, making sure he didn’t make a horrible mistake because his dick overrode his brain.

They had their work cut out for them.

Crystal had been bugging her again, wanting all the juicy gossip. They’d grown a little closer after their drunken night together, so now she felt invested in Yang’s love life. It didn’t help that Crystal thought Jaune was a hunk and admitted that if Yang wasn’t making moves, she would have. She wasn’t making moves! It was just that she had to keep him happy, or else .

But she wasn’t about to tell her that.

And yet she was stupid enough to tell her about a certain passing out incident involving her throat and his cock.

She had to tell her something! She wouldn’t stop asking!

“Are you being serious right now?” Crystal lowered her voice, leaning in so no one would overhear them. “How did you manage that? Wait,” her eyes narrowed. “He didn’t force you down or anything, did he?”

He didn’t. I mean, there was that one part where he did… but that wasn’t why she’d choked and passed out. Yang had done that all herself.

“No, of course not,” she replied. “Do you really think I’d let some guy get away with that?”

Crystal accepted her false bravado at face value. She didn’t know Yang was caving to a guy at every opportunity, just to salvage her reputation.

“Then what happened?”

“I was – you know,” Yang waved her hand. “Giving him head and I started deep throating him, and he was super into it,” he was. She had made him feel good. She had made him cum, without Jaune having to take himself in hand or fucking her tits for her. She had done it . Even though it had taken longer than she’d liked. “So I kept going and I sort of, you know… choked myself on it.”

Crystal was staring at her with new found respect.

“Damn, Yang – I didn’t know you were that hardcore. Wait, just how big is he?”

Yang glanced around. No one was looking their way. Well, no one important. A few of the guys from the bachelor party were leering at them but that was expected. They were hot shit. Pressing her pointer fingers together, she gradually pulled them apart until she felt like she was somewhere close.

Crystal stared at her hands.

“You’re fucking lying.”

Yang shook her head. “I’m really not.”

“What the hell… he’s huge! ”

“Hey, keep it down,” Yang snapped when one of their co-workers looked over from the table she was serving.

“Yang, he’s fucking hung like a horse. No wonder you choked on it,” Crystal shook her head in disbelief. “Fuck. I’m so jealous right now.”

“Why are you jealous? Passing out, choking on a guy’s cock isn’t exactly fun,” Yang ignored the fact that it had resulted in the most powerful orgasm of her young life. “And you’re still hung up on your guy – what was his name again?”

Crystal scowled. “Vert. If you remember, he’s getting married in a few months.”

Yang grimaced. “Yeah, right. Sorry.”

“If I had someone like Jaune , it wouldn’t matter,” Crystal said petulantly. It was very unlike her. “I bet he’s thick. No way he has a pencil dick if you choked on it, I don’t care how long it is.”

Yang made a shape with her hand and Crystal shook her head.

“You have all the luck. That’s the type of cock that makes you forget past loves and makes you fall hopelessly in love with him, right off the bat. You lucky bitch.”

“Yeah, I’m real lucky.”

If only she knew.

“Hearing you say it like that pisses me off,” Crystal admitted, rolling her eyes. “He also seems like such a sweet guy. So you’ve found a nice, hunky Huntsman-in-training with a killer body and a fat cock. Tsk. I should have moved faster.”

If Crystal liked him so much, she could have him!

That’s what she wanted to say but the words never formed. In fact, the thought of her friend being intimate with Jaune made her feel weird. Crystal was a beautiful woman and any guy would be lucky to have her. Not only that, she was more experienced than Yang was. She could probably get Jaune to cum in no time…

“You look like you just swallowed a lemon,” Crystal pointed out. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

Crystal was out of his league. Yang was out of his league, it was just that she had to protect her secret, that’s all. Crystal didn’t know what she was talking about. Jaune wasn’t sweet. He wasn’t even that attractive! So what if he had a big dick? Yeah, it only felt weird thinking about them being together because Jaune wasn’t worth Crystal’s time.

She kept telling herself that.

“Hey, can we get some drinks over here?”

It was one of the guys from the bachelor party, waving his empty glass. Crystal nodded happily, suddenly all sunshine and rainbows as she pranced over to part them from their delicious tips, and Yang joined her for the double attack.

“What can we get’cha?” Yang asked, leaning forward on the counter and making sure to rest on her breasts just right so her cleavage bulged invitingly. Hook, line and sinker – his eyes feasted on her fantastic tits, as did several of his buddies.

Crystal employed a similar tactic, and they were putty in their hands.

“Beer for me,” the first guy said, drinking his fill of her bosom. “This guy here will have a coke. He can’t handle the good stuff.”

“Shut the fuck up,” the friend shoved the first guy, annoyed. “Bourbon, make it a double.”

“Sure thing,” she chirped, smiling. “Anyone else?”

The groom-to-be leaned in, grinning at her in a way that he thought was disarming. “So, what’s your name?”

Yang straightened up and tapped her name tag, giving her little babies a little bounce. “Yang. What’s yours, big guy?”

“Sable,” he said, raking his eyes over her body. “I’m getting married next week.”

“Congratulations,” Yang wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t. “Your fiance is a lucky girl.”

He wasn’t ugly by any means but he just had one of those punchable faces. Maybe it was the hair, puffed up in a pompadour with the sides shaved high and tight. Maybe it was how narrow his eyes were, as if he was almost scowling, even when smiling – or smirking, or whatever it was that he was doing right now. Perhaps it was unfair but it reminded her of Cardin Winchester, and that only made her want to punch him in the face even more.

Yeah, that really was unfair. This guy couldn’t help it that he looked like that jerk.

“You know… it might be my last chance to play the field, if you catch my drift?”

Yeah, okay. Her earlier thoughts were entirely on the mark.

“Wouldn’t your fiance be devastated when she finds out her future husband slept with another woman?”

“ If she finds out.”

She took everything back. Cardin was somehow way more impressive than this piece of shit.

“Good luck with that,” she deadpanned, sending a silent prayer to the poor girl who was marrying this asshole.

Men . Seriously.

Other than the bachelor party group, Yang was expecting the night to be pretty laid back. She’d heard from a few of her co-workers that a new club was opening tonight, and a big event was being held there, drawing much of the younger crowd that might usually come by for a meal or a drink. It was only a block or two away.

Maybe she could check it out afterwards?