Silver-Eyed Angel (Jaune x Summer smut)

Jaune x Summer NSFW commission. Guy wanted a dating app story where Jaune somehow doesn't realize Ruby's proto-clone wasn't her mom.

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Jaune dragged himself through the door of Team JNPR's dorm room, his legs feeling like jelly after another grueling training session. His teammates filed in behind him, each in various states of exhaustion. Well, except for Pyrrha, who looked like she could probably run a few more laps around Beacon's combat arena without breaking a sweat.

"Ugh, I think I left my soul back at the training grounds," Jaune groaned, flopping face-first onto his bed. The springs creaked ominously under his weight.

"Your soul's fine, Jaune-Jaune!" Nora chirped, somehow already bouncing back to her usual energetic self, "It's your dating life that needs CPR!"

Jaune's head shot up so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, "My what now?"

Ren, his brother from another mother, settled onto his own bed and pressed his hands together, "What Nora means is that you've been so focused on training and schoolwork that you haven't really... branched out socially."

"Branched out?" Jaune blinked owlishly at him. He wasn't exactly wrong. Ever since he stopped flirting with Weiss (who was now happily going out with Blake, somehow), he'd focused more on his training. Which was good. He couldn't coast on his faked transcripts and his team carrying him forever. Now he was…decent.

"You know," Nora said, waggling her eyebrows dramatically, "Romance! Love! Smooching under the moonlight!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Jaune noticed Pyrrha perk up slightly, straightening from where she'd been organizing her weapons. Her emerald eyes seemed brighter suddenly, and there was something expectant in her expression that he couldn't quite place, "I mean..." Jaune scratched the back of his neck, feeling heat creep up his collar, "I guess you guys are right. I've been pretty focused on not dying in combat class lately."

"Exactly!" Nora bounced on her toes, "You're nineteen, Jaune! You should be out there, meeting people, finding someone special!" Ironic coming from someone who still insisted her and Ren were "togehter but not together-together". Glass houses much?

Ren nodded sagely, "It might be good for you to explore that side of yourself. You've grown a lot since we started at Beacon."

Jaune glanced around at his teammates, noting how they all seemed to be watching him with varying degrees of interest. Even Pyrrha had abandoned her weapon maintenance entirely, though she was trying to look casual about it,"You know what? You two are right," he said, sitting up straighter and suddenly feeling more confident, "I should put myself out there! I've been thinking about making a dating app account anyway. Seems like as good a time as any, right?"

The silence that followed was deafening. Nora's enthusiastic expression faltered, "A... dating app?"

"Yeah!" Jaune was warming up to the idea now, actually. It seemed so obvious "I mean, that's how people meet nowadays, right? Swipe left, swipe right, find your soulmate?" A year ago he would've considered it so… unromantic. But a year ago he also thought serenading Weiss after she told him not to was being charming.

"But Jaune," Ren said carefully, "Don't you think maybe you should consider people you already know? People who might already be interested in-"

"Nah, fresh start and all that," Jaune waved him off, pulling out his scroll, "Besides, I need to expand my horizons! Can't just stick to the same old routine forever." That was what half of what being a Huntsman was about, right? Adventure, finding new experiences, going out of your comfort zone.

He downloaded the app with a grin, already mapping out what his profile would be like, when he heard Pyrrha make a noise. When he glanced up at her a moment later, she suddenly looked exhausted and dead-eyed, "You okay, Pyrrha? You look beat. Training must have really taken it out of you today."

She managed a strained smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "Yes, just... tired. I think I'll turn in early tonight."

"Good idea," Jaune said, already absorbed in setting up his profile, "Rest up! Tomorrow's another day of getting our butts kicked by Professor Goodwitch."

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Three days later, Jaune was idly swiping through potential matches during his lunch break when his scroll buzzed with a notification that made his heart skip a beat.

New Match!

He nearly choked on his sandwich as the profile loaded. SunderedRose39 smiled back at him from the screen, and Jaune felt his brain absolutely short-circuit. She was gorgeous. Pale skin that seemed to glow the photo's lighting, black hair with striking red tips that caught the light just right, and the most beautiful silver eyes he'd ever seen.

Something nagged at the back of his mind, a weird sense of familiarity, but he quickly shook it off. He probably just had a type or something. Like Weiss. He found her snow white skin super attractive.

He quickly swiped right. His own profile name, BeaconsBlondeKnight, popped up on the screen. Short, sweet, rolled off the tongue. Ladies would love it, right?

Apparently, this particular lady did.

A few minutes later - minutes he spent trying very hard not to stare at his scroll like a lovesick puppy - another notification popped up.

It's a Match!

"YES!" Jaune fist-pumped so hard he nearly launched his scroll across the cafeteria. A few nearby students turned to stare, but he was too elated to care. The messaging interface opened up, and after staring at the blank text box for what felt like an eternity, he finally typed out what he hoped was a smooth opening line.

BeaconsBlondeKnight: Hey there! Great profile pics. That smile could light up all of Vale :D

The response came faster than he'd expected.

SunderedRose39: Well, aren't you a charmer! Thank you, that's very sweet. I have to say, your profile caught my eye too. A Huntsman-in-training?

BeaconsBlondeKnight: Guilty as charged! Second year at Beacon Academy. Still learning the ropes but getting there. What about you? Are you from Vale?

SunderedRose39: Born in Vale but I actually live on Patch now. I travel quite a bit for work though. It's nice to meet someone with such noble aspirations. The world needs more people willing to protect others.

They chatted back and forth for the better part of an hour, and Jaune found himself grinning like an idiot at his scroll. She was funny, smart, and seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. When she mentioned she had two daughters, he just nodded along. Single mom, totally respectable, and honestly kind of impressive that she was managing it all.

Most people might've been weirded out to try dating someone with kids, especially at his age, but Jaune wasn't fussed. Like his dad always said: age just meant the wine got more fine.

SunderedRose39: I have to ask, and forgive me if this is too forward, but would you like to meet for coffee sometime? I know a lovely little cafe in Vale that makes the best cookies. Very casual, no pressure.

Jaune's heart hammered against his ribs as he typed back his response.

BeaconsBlondeKnight: I'd love that! When works for you?

SunderedRose39: How about this Saturday afternoon? Around 2 PM? The place is called "Crumb & Chronicle". It's cozy and quiet, perfect for getting to know each other better.

BeaconsBlondeKnight: Perfect! I'll be there. Looking forward to it!

SunderedRose39: Me too :) See you Saturday!

Jaune set his scroll down and leaned back in his chair, a dopey grin spreading across his face. He had a date! An actual date with a gorgeous woman who seemed genuinely interested in him. He should've done this ages ago!

"Heya, Vomit Boy!" Yang's voice cut through his reverie as she dropped into the seat across from him with her usual Yang-ness, "You look like someone just told you Nondescript Winter Holiday came early. What's got you so happy?"

Jaune quickly flipped his scroll face-down, his cheeks reddening, "Oh, uh, nothing much! Just... had a good day in Professor Port's class."

Yang raised an eyebrow, "Port's class made you grin like that? Either you've lost your mind or you're lying through your teeth. I'm guessing your pants are on fire."

"I'm not lying!" Jaune said just bit too quickly, "It was very... educational."

"Uh-huh." Yang leaned back in her chair, clearly not buying it, "Come on, spill. What's really going on?"

But Jaune just shook his head, shoving his scroll into his pocket. Yang would absolutely never let him live it down if she found out he was using a dating app. He could already imagine the endless teasing, the jokes, the way she'd probably want to "help" by looking over his shoulder and critiquing his messages. No way. He wasn't gonna let her make him look like an ass to SunderedRose39.

No, this was definitely staying secret until after the date. Maybe longer.

"Really, it's nothing," he said, standing up to clear his tray, "Just having a good day, that's all."

Yang watched him go with narrowed eyes, clearly suspicious but not interested enough to actually bother him about it. Jaune heaved a sigh of relief. Maybe he'd survive to get to his date this saturday.

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Saturday couldn't come fast enough. Jaune spent the better part of Friday evening agonizing over what to wear, much to his teammates' confusion (and Pyrrha's lingering looks, for some reason). He'd settled on his nicest pair of dark jeans, a button-down shirt that Pyrrha once complimented, and his least scuffed boots. Nothing too fancy, but definitely a step up from his usual hoodie and old pants combination.

Now, standing outside Crumb & Chronicle at exactly 1:58 PM, Jaune felt like his heart might actually beat right out of his chest. He'd arrived early; partly out of nerves, partly because he wanted to make a good impression. The cafe was exactly as cozy as SunderedRose39 said with warm lighting spilling through large windows and the rich aroma of coffee drifting onto the street.

He was checking his reflection in the window for the third time when he spotted her walking up the sidewalk, and his breath caught in his throat.

She looked even better than her photos. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves, the red tips catching the afternoon sunlight like flames. She wore a white blouse with subtle red accents that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a black skirt that hit just above her knees, dark stockings, and practical but stylish boots. The whole ensemble was effortlessly put-together. Fashionable but not overdone, practical but undeniably attractive.

When their eyes met through the window, she smiled, and Jaune felt his knees go a little weak. Those silver eyes were even more stunning in person, bright and warm and completely captivating. She winked - gods, that did things to him - and walked to the entrance, "BeaconsBlondeKnight, I presume?" she said as she approached, her voice carrying a musical quality that made something flutter in his chest.

"That's me!" Jaune said, then immediately cringed at how lame and eager he sounded, "I mean, yes, hi, you look amazing. Not that you don't always look amazing, I'm sure, I just meant-"

She laughed, a gentle sound that put him slightly more at ease, "You're sweet. And you clean up pretty nicely yourself." She extended her hand, "I'm Summer."

"Jaune," he said, taking her hand and trying not to think about how soft her skin was or how perfectly her fingers fit with his, "It's really nice to finally meet you in person." Well, "finally" in quotation marks considering they started chatting like four days ago, but they'd been talking whenever they could. Professor Goodwitch wasn't happy about how sleepy he was in classes after he spent all night chatting.

"Likewise," Summer said as she sat across from him, "I'm dying for some of their chocolate chip cookies."

The waitress took their orders - coffee for him, tea for her, and a plate of cookies to share - and they settled into easy conversation.

"So," Summer said, wrapping her hands around her mug, "Beacon treating you well?"

"Yeah, it's pretty great," Jaune said, "I mean, the professors are tough. Professor Goodwitch could probably level a city block with her riding crop, but you learn a lot."

"Oh, I bet," Summer said with a laugh, "Glynda's always been a bit of a harsh taskmaster. Training must be way different than when I went through it."

"Wait, you went to Beacon?"

"Yep! Though it feels like forever ago." Summer took a sip of her tea, "Still hunting actually. My babies are at Beacon now, so I can finally take the longer missions again."

"Your kids go to Beacon?" Jaune blinked, "But you look so young!"

Summer laughed, "You're sweet, but I'm thirty-nine. Username says it all."

"No way. Seriously?" Jaune shook his head, "That's crazy. You could pass for my age easy."

"Flatterer," Summer said, but she was smiling, "Perks of Aura and a good lifestyle. You wouldn't think Ozpin was 55 if it wasn't for his gray hair." She leaned back on her chair and sighed. He tried his best to be a gentleman and NOT look down below her neck where her… generous bosom (because boobs sounded crass) shifted slightly, "So what's your team like?"

"They're awesome," Jaune said, "My partner Pyrrha's probably the best fighter I've ever seen. And Nora and Ren are like this perfect unit, you know? They just click."

"Sounds like a good team," Summer said, "You're the leader?"

"Yeah, somehow," Jaune said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Still figuring that part out though."

"Leadership's tough. You'll get the hang of it." Summer broke off a piece of cookie and ate it, "What kind of missions have you been on?"

"Mostly training stuff so far. Some Grimm clearing around the city. Nothing too crazy yet." He paused, "What about you? You must have some good stories."

Summer's eyes lit up, "Oh, I've got a few. Just got back from tracking some Beowolves that were getting too close to a settlement. Normal stuff, but they were being led by an Ancient. Grimm that have survived for decades. Took three days to corner the pack leader."

"That sounds amazing," Jaune said, leaning forward, "Was it a big one?"

"Huge. Probably twice the size of a normal Alpha." Summer gestured with her hands, "Had these massive claws, and it was smart too. Kept using the terrain to its advantage." There was something about how excited she was to tell the story that made his heart flutter, "It's the oldest ones that become the smartest. Actual predators instead of just a swarm."

"How'd you take it down?"

"Patience mostly. Waited for it to make a mistake." Summer grinned, "Then put a rifle round right between its eyes."

Jaune smiled at her, "That's so cool. I hope I can handle missions like that someday."

"You will," Summer said confidently, "Just takes practice. And a good team you can trust. Some teams stay past graduation, but those are rare. Your team sounds like it'll be the outlier."

They kept talking, the conversation flowing easily between Beacon stories, mission tales, and random topics. Jaune found himself completely absorbed in everything about her. Tthe way she talked with her hands when she got excited about a story, how she actually listened when he spoke, the way her silver eyes seemed to sparkle when she laughed.

Something about her felt familiar, like he'd seen her somewhere before, but every time he tried to focus on that feeling, he'd get distracted by her smile or the way she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Want to order another round?" Summer asked, glancing at their empty mugs.

"Definitely," Jaune said quickly. He wasn't ready for this to end anytime soon.

After their third round of drinks and what felt like hours of easy conversation, they were talking about combat styles when Jaune mentioned his weapon, "Just a sword and shield, pretty basic stuff," he said with a shrug. Some of his friends still gave him crap for not having mechashift or upgrading to it. Pyrrha even offered to spot him the lien, but he refused. He wouldn't take advantage of his best friend (besides Ruby) like that.

Summer raised an eyebrow, "No ranged options at all?"

"Nope. Old school, I guess."

"Hmm," Summer said, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "You know, there's actually a really good weapons shop just down the street. Want to check it out? You might want to consider adding something with range to your arsenal."

Jaune perked up. Ruby had been bugging him about getting a gun for weeks now, saying he was too dependent on close combat. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity.

"That... actually sounds really cool. Are you sure?"

"Are you kidding? I love looking at weapons," Summer said with a grin, "Come on, I know a thing or two about weapons. My little Rosebud got it from me." She called her daughter 'Rosebud'? Cute.

The shop turned out to be exactly the kind of place Jaune imagined weapon enthusiasts (like Ruby and Pyrrha) would love. Wall-to-wall displays of every kind of armament imaginable, from simple swords to complex transforming mechanisms that probably required an engineering degree to operate.

"Okay, so what kind of range are we talking about?" Summer said, immediately gravitating toward a display of rifles, "Close-to-medium? Long range sniping? Something that transforms?"

"Honestly, I have no idea," Jaune shrugged lightly, "I'm pretty new to this whole weapons thing besides knowing where the pointy end is. My sword's about as fancy as I get."

Summer's eyes lit up like she just saw her favorite puzzle, "Alright, let's start with the basics then. You're primarily a close-combat fighter, right? So you want something that complements that style rather than replacing it." She moved through the shop with both expertise and glee, pointing out different options and explaining the pros and cons of each. Her enthusiasm was infectious. The way she handled each weapon, the technical details she rattled off, the way she considered his fighting style and physical build when making suggestions.

The way she talked about weapons reminded him of someone, actually. The enthusiasm, the technical knowledge, the way she got that gleam in her eye when she found something particularly interesting. It was almost exactly like Ruby. But that was probably just a coincidence. Not every weapons enthusiast was Ruby, right?

"This might work," Summer said, hefting a compact rifle, "It's got good stopping power but won't weigh you down. Pretty reliable, too. With Aura-enhanced strength, you can use it one-handed, though you'll need to learn how to aim properly and compensate for recoil. I've used this model before and it never let me down."

"You really know your stuff," Jaune said, "How long have you been into weapons?"

"Since I was a kid, really. My dad got me started early." Summer moved to another display, "Oh, this is nice too. Shotgun, so you don't have to worry as much about precision. Good for crowd control if you're facing multiple Grimm." She hefted up a stubby double barrel, "This one's basic. No frills and limited customization potential, plus it's two shots or nothing, but most double barrel configurations can use any combination of Dust rounds. Plus there's nothing like killing a Grimm with a boomstick!"

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience." Jaune laughed.

"It took me years to get my personal weapon. I tried everything. Semi-auto pistols, revolvers, shotguns, assault rifles, combat rifles, snipers. Needed to find my perfect partner. Oh! What do you think of this one?" Summer asked, holding up another rifle.

They spent the next couple hours going through different options, with Summer patiently explaining everything and letting him get a feel for various weapons. She was an amazing teacher; knowledgeable but not condescending, enthusiastic without being overwhelming.

By the time they finally left the shop - Jaune now the proud owner of a new compact 5.56 rifle that Summer had helped him pick out - it was completely dark outside, "Wow, we were in there forever," Jaune said, checking his scroll. His face immediately fell, "Oh no."

"What's wrong?"

"Beacon's curfew was an hour ago," Jaune said, running a hand through his hair, "The last bullhead back to the academy left already."

"Oh no, I'm sorry," Summer said with a frown, "I completely lost track of time. I shouldn't have kept you out so late."

"No, no, it's not your fault," Jaune said quickly, "I should have been paying attention too. I was just having such a good time, I didn't even think about it."

As if on cue, it started to rain. Not just a light drizzle, but a proper downpour that had them both ducking under the shop's awning. Jaune did his best to be a gentleman and not look at Summer's blouse, which was wet from the suddden rain. Not even when he saw a hint of what looked like a red lace bra.

"Great," Jaune muttered, watching the water come down in sheets, "This is just perfect." He sighed, looking thoughtful, "I mean... I do have enough money for a hotel room somewhere, but..." He trailed off, doing quick mental math on his finances. Yeah, he could afford it, but it would definitely put a dent in his budget for the month taking the rifle into account..

"Actually," Summer said, glancing at her scroll, "The bullheads to Patch are still running. I was going to head home anyway, and I've got a guest room if you don't mind staying the night. Assuming that's not too forward of me to suggest."

Jaune stared at her, "You'd really let me crash at your place?"

"Of course. It's partly my fault you missed curfew anyway." Summer smiled, "Besides, it's just practical. Better than spending money on a hotel when there's a perfectly good guest room available."

Jaune's brain went through several rapid calculations. On one hand, staying overnight at a woman's house on the first date was either a really good sign or a really bad one. On the other hand, he was already completely smitten with her, and the alternative was either an expensive hotel room or trying to explain to Professor Goodwitch why he'd broken curfew. Either he was about to get very lucky, or Summer was going to harvest his organs and sell them on the black market.

Honestly, at this point, it was a chance he was willing to take.

"If you're sure it's not too much trouble," Jaune said, "That'd be great. Thanks."

"No trouble at all," Summer said, already pulling out her scroll to check the bullhead schedule, "The next one to Patch leaves in twenty minutes. We should probably head to the station."

As they hurried through the rain toward the transport station, Jaune couldn't help but grin despite getting soaked. This had turned out to be the most unexpectedly perfect first date of his life. And now he was going to spend the night at Summer's place.

Maybe his luck was finally starting to turn around. Everything was coming up Jaune!

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The bullhead ride to Patch had been mercifully dry, but the moment they stepped off onto the small island's dock, they were hit with another wall of rain.

"My place isn't far," Summer said, raising her voice over the sound of the downpour, "But we're going to have to make a run for it!"

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand and took off at a sprint down a tree-lined path. Jaune followed, his new rifle case bouncing against his back as they ran through puddles and around fallen branches. The rain was coming down harder than ever, soaking through their clothes within seconds.

Even in the middle of what was essentially a soggy disaster, Jaune couldn't help but notice how Summer moved - graceful and sure-footed even while running through the storm. The rain had plastered her hair to her face and was making her clothes cling to her in ways that were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. He tried to focus on not tripping over any roots, but his eyes kept drifting back to her.

After what felt like an eternity of running but was probably only ten minutes, Summer's cabin came into view through the trees. It was cozy and welcoming, with warm light spilling from the windows and smoke rising from the chimney.

"Almost there!" Summer called over her shoulder.

They stumbled up onto the covered porch, both of them breathing hard and absolutely drenched. Summer fumbled with her keys for a moment before getting the door open, and they practically fell inside.

"Oh wow," Jaune said, pushing his soaked hair back from his face and trying to catch his breath, "That was intense."

"Sorry about that," Summer said, closing the door behind them, "I should've checked the weather before we left Vale."

Jaune turned to respond and immediately felt his brain short-circuit. Summer was wringing water from the edge of her blouse, the wet fabric clinging to her figure in a way that made his mouth go dry. Water droplets were still running down her neck and disappearing beneath her collar, and her hair was hanging in damp waves around her face. And yes, she definitely was wearing red lace under that blouse. The crimson fabric was blood stark against the wet blouse.

He swallowed hard and forced himself to look somewhere else - anywhere else - before he made an ass of himself, "Don't worry about it," he managed to say, his voice coming out slightly rougher than intended, "It's not like you control the weather."

Summer glanced down at herself and then at him, both of them standing in small puddles on her entryway floor, "We're both absolutely soaked. You should probably get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold." Jaune's brain immediately went to several places it probably shouldn't have, and he felt heat rise in his cheeks despite the chill from his wet clothes, "The bathroom's just down the hall," she continued, apparently oblivious to his internal struggle, "Why don't you take a shower first? I can throw your clothes in the dryer while you're cleaning up."

"Are you sure?" Jaune asked, "I don't want to impose any more than I already am."

"You're not imposing," Summer said with a smile, "Besides, you're shivering. Go get warmed up, and I'll find you something dry to wear."

She was right. Now that the adrenaline from their run through the rain was wearing off, Jaune was starting to feel the cold. His clothes were clinging uncomfortably to his skin, and he could feel water still dripping from his hair, "Okay," he said with a grateful smile, "Thanks, Summer. Really."

"Don't mention it," she said, already heading toward what he assumed was her bedroom, "Towels are in the cabinet next to the shower. Take your time!"

As Jaune made his way down the hall toward the bathroom, he couldn't help but marvel at how this day had turned out. This morning he'd been nervous about a simple coffee date, and now here he was, about to shower in the home of the most amazing woman he'd ever met.

Maybe getting caught in the rain wasn't such bad luck after all.

The hot shower was exactly what he needed. The warmth seeped into his bones, washing away the chill from the rain and helping him relax for the first time since they'd gotten caught in the downpour. Summer left a neatly folded set of clothes on the bathroom counter. A simple t-shirt and shorts that were obviously meant for a man, though he tried not to think too hard about why she had men's clothes ready and waiting

The shirt was a bit loose on him, and the shorts were slightly baggy, but they were dry and comfortable. Much better than his soggy clothes, which were now presumably tumbling around in Summer's dryer somewhere.

Jaune ran the towel through his hair one more time, trying to get it somewhat presentable, then opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway.

And immediately froze.

Summer came out from what he assumed was her bedroom...and she was wearing nothing but a towel. A small towel. A towel that seemed determined to showcase exactly how stunning she was, hugging every curve and leaving very little to the imagination. Her damp hair fell over one shoulder, and droplets of water were still beaded on her skin. His comment about how she looked barely older than him surfaced in his mind again. How was this woman 39?!

Jaune felt his brain completely shut down. He stood there like a statue, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything except stare with what he was pretty sure was the most obvious expression of shock and leering in human history.

Summer noticed him standing there and smiled. Not embarrassed or flustered, but confident and maybe just a little amused by his reaction, "Feel better?" she asked, as casually as if she were fully dressed and they were still at the coffee shop.

Jaune opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. His throat felt like it had been lined with sandpaper.

Summer's smile widened, and she actually had the audacity to wink at him before nudging her head to the room she just came out of, "So...this is a bit awkward-" Awkward?! Really? He didn't notice! "-but the guest room is actually pretty dusty. It's been a while since I've had guests over once the empty nest happened." She sighed, but there was a twinkle in her eye, "Maybe you want to come into my room instead? Much neater."

"I...yeah, that sounds great..." His eyes were locked onto her breasts without shame now. A drop of water fell from her neck into the valley of her cleavage,

"Great!" She gestured for him to go first. With a lot of difficulty, Jaune tore his away from her tits (he was past being a gentleman at this point) and slowly padded his way inside the room, bare feet heavy against the wooden floor. His breaths came out on soft, shallow exhales that left him feeling lightheaded. He wasn't the smartest guy, he knew that, but this was pretty hard to misinterpret. Inviting him to her room, the towel, that gods damned wink...

And then he heard the towel fall.

Jaune almost turned around before slender, powerful arms wrapped around his chest, "Ah, ah, ah. Slow down there." Her voice was soft and hot against his right ear. She must've been standing on her tiptoes, the small, logical part of his mind said, but he barely paid that tidbit any mind, "You're a smart guy, Jaune. You know what I'm asking for, but I need to know that you want this too-"

"YES!" Jaune cringed at how desperate he sounded, but at this point, he didn't care.

"Good boy." A shiver went down his spine, "Turn around."

He did. Jaune turned and was met with one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Summer's figure was lean but muscled, the result of years - decades, he reminded himself - of Huntress work. Her pale skin was marred with light scars that only enhanced how gorgeous she was. That was real, unlike the airbrushed and perfect models most of the guys at Beacon looked at. The imperfections and blemishes only made him harder.

The rest of her was just as stunning. Firm, round breasts with pretty pink nipples that were already stiff from arousal. A lightly shaved pussy with lips that were already moist from both arousal and her shower. And those eyes...fuck, they were the hottest thing there. Silver orbs twinkling with confidence and mischief, looking at him with an unreadable expression that made his knees weak and his cock hard. Again, he ignored the sudden burst of familiarity he felt. There were more important things to worry about.

"Are you going to just stand there?" she raised a brow.

"O-Oh!" Jaune shimmied out of the clothes like his life depended on it. By the time his boxers came down, his dick was already standing at attention. It practically shot past the waistband of his boxers like a flagpole going at full salute. Summer's eyes flicked down from his face, to his abs (thank you, Pyrrha), to his aching cock. Her tongue slipped out between plush lips, turning the the surface wet. His cock twitched at the sight of it.

"Mmm, someone's eager," Summer whispered, voice throaty with barely restrained desire. Before he could respond, she suddenly pushed him with one hand. Huntress-trained strength left him stumbling and Jaune fell ass-first into the soft bed. He looked up just in time to see Summer getting on her knees before his spread legs, "It's been a while since I did this, so sorry if I'm a bit clumsy." Hearing that coming from a woman who looked 25 at most was surreal.

Of course, any thoughts about that went away as soon as Summer's tongue touched the underside of his dick.

Jaune gasped as the hot, wet organ slowly slid up the pillar of flesh. Summer's tongue went from base to tip, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. When she finally reached the head, she pressed her lips against it in a kiss before pulling back, "You look like you enjoyed that," she murmured, right cheek pressed against the side of his member. His hands held the blankets under him in a vice grip. It he didn't, he would've grabbed Summer's head and shoved her mouth down his dick till she choked on it.

Summer's eyes flicked over to his clenched fists and she laughed softly. Without another word, she continued. This time she started from the top to the bottom, leaving another trail until she reached his churning balls. Her lips wrapped around the wrinkled skin and she sucked with just the right amount of force to avoid pain. He almost laughed. She said she was "a bit clumsy" but was doing better than a high class escort. Then again, maybe he was biased.

She sucked on his other ball before lavishing more attention on his dick again. Instead of using her time, she left a trail of kisses to the right side of his twitching member, leaving him gasping and heaving as he struggled to not blow his load right then and there, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jaune muttered, repeating the curse over and over as Summer switched from right to left, seemingly determined to make sure every inch of his dick was marked.

When she finally reached the tip again, she pulled back. Jaune let out a strangled sound at the sudden lack of contact before she laughed again, "Now, now, no need to worry. I'm not going anywhere." And then Jaune watched, utterly bug-eyed, as Summer spread her boobs before engulfing his dick between her cleavage. The pale mountains felt warm and soft against him and Jaune's breathing quickened. Holy shit, holy shit, holy sh-

"Pay attention now." Summer said - commanded - softly. She moved her tits up and down and leaned forward. She opened her mouth and swallowed the head peeking out from the valley of her cleavage. The warm wetness mixed with the gentle pressure against his cock's flank was making him see white. He was babbling now, he knew that, but he was far beyond giving a shit about trying to look controlled. Not with Summer bobbing up and down his dick while giving him the most amazing boobjob on Remnant.

He was close now, he could feel it. Jaune forced himself to speak coherently, "S-Summer, I'm gonna-"

"It's okay. Let it all out."

Jaune shut his eyes and let go. Instead of pulling back, Summer kept her lips wrapped around him and swallowed the absolute deluge of cum that shot out and painted her mouth white. There wasn't a single drop spilled and she swallowed it all without missing a beat. By the time she was done, she pulled back from his cock and politely wiped her mouth like she'd just sampled wine instead of swallowing a torrent of jizz.

"Mmm...you're quite healthy, aren't, you Jaune?" She looked up at him with that mischeievous twinkle in her eyes. His cock was already getting hard again, "You've been holding back for a while, hm?"

"I was...well, I was training." It wasn't even a lie, though the other reason was that he lived with three roommates, two of whom happened to be attractive girls who had horrific senses of timing. He swore Pyrrha walked in every single time he tried to jerk one out. Then she talked about how she needed a shower and not to mind her. Almost like she was doing it on purpose. But nah, that would've been silly.

"How studious." She stood up and Jaune looked down at her body again. He knew all Huntresses were hot - Aura and an active lifestyle pretty much assured it as long as you didn't get maimed in combat - but Summer was like...like Glynda-tier.

"I..."

"Hm? Use your words, Jaune." She smirked.

"I...I wanna fuck you so bad..." Crude, but honest. At this point he was beyond being smooth.

"Ask and you shall receive." She walked to the other side of the bed and gracefully laid down, silently daring him to make the next move. Jaune gasped and got on his hands and knees, looming over her. It was only now that he was reminded of how short she was. He'd always been on the tall side and Summer barely came up to his torso in height. Still, the way she looked at him made it clear that she had all the power here.

His dick was already hard again and ready for another round, "Should I..." He cursed himself for being a virgin. But in his defense, how the hell was he supposed to know he'd get lucky on the first date?!

Summer rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed his ass, "No need for foreplay, Jaune. I think we've both had enough of that."

"Right..." He shifted his hips till the tip of his member was aimed straight at her entrance. Taking a deep breath, he slowly slid himself inside.

It felt...amazing. The porn he read always talked about how tight sex felt. He had to remind himself again that Summer was an experienced woman with over two decades on him. The thought of that only made him harder. He always did have a thing for older women. His first crush was Terra before...well, his sister ended up with her. Saphron still teased him about it.

"Jaune..." His eyes flicked down to Summer's face. Her cheeks were flushed red and she was breathing out softly, "Kiss me."

Jaune gulped and leaned down. Summer's lips were soft and warm. A part of him almost recoiled considering where that mouth had been just minutes ago, but he shut it mouth opened slightly and their tongues met, pushing and fighting against one another.

Meanwhile, his hips moved on autopilot, pistoning in and out of Summer's snatch like a jackhammer. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He was still sensitive from the first orgasm and Summer was just...she was intoxicating. He felt drunk just being near her. Her scent, her taste, her warmth...

"Mmm~" Summer moaned against him. That was the last straw. Jaune shut his eyes as he came for the second time right into Summer's inner walls, coating her insides white. It was a bad idea - unprotected sex with a woman he just met - but right now, he just didn't care. He kept his dick sheathed inside her as he pumped load after load of his seed inside her. Underneath him, Summer came too, her juices mixing with his with both splattering against their thighs and the blanket.

The two of them finally separated after seconds of just breathing against one another. Jaune (reluctantly) pulled back, exhaling through his mouth and trying to ignore just how lightheaded he felt. He rolled over and collapsed next to her on the bed, looking up at the celing with half-lidded eyes. Just barely, he noticed Summer grab a couple of pills from the bedside cabinet and swallow them dry. Morning after pills, his mind supplied. She was prepared.

Summer scooted back to his side and cuddled with him, her breasts pressing against his arm. Jaune smiled and closed his eyes, still thanking his lucky stars that he took team JNPR's advice to put himself out there. Best advice he ever took.

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Jaune woke slowly, feeling more relaxed and content than he had in months. The bed was soft (if slightly sticky), and there was a warm weight pressed against his side that made him want to just stay here forever. The events of the previous night felt almost dreamlike. The amazing date, getting caught in the rain, and then... everything that happened after. He smiled to himself, eyes still closed, and was just starting to drift back toward sleep when he heard voices downstairs.

"-can't believe she didn't tell us she was coming back early," a familiar voice said.

"Maybe she wanted to surprise us?" another voice replied, equally familiar but somehow wrong in this context.

Jaune's eyes snapped open. Those voices... they sounded exactly like...

"Come on, let's go surprise her," the first voice said, and Jaune heard footsteps on the stairs.

No. No no no no no.

He sat up in bed just as the bedroom door swung open, and found himself staring directly at Yang and Ruby. They were both grinning and chatting as they walked in, clearly expecting to find anything but their friend naked on the bed.

Yang stepped into the room first, her blonde hair catching the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. Right behind her was Ruby, her silver eyes bright with excitement that immediately transformed into something else entirely when she saw what was in the bed.

All three of them froze.

For a moment, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The three of them just stared at each other in absolute, horrified silence.

Ruby's expression went through several rapid changes. Confusion, recognition, disbelief, and finally what could only be described as complete and utter betrayal. Her silver eyes, so much like Summer's, went wide with shock.

Yang's reaction was more immediate and infinitely more terrifying. Her lilac eyes flashed red so fast Jaune wasn't sure he'd actually seen the transition, and her entire body went rigid with barely contained rage.

Nobody said a word. The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds.

It was only now, looking directly at Ruby's face - those puresilver eyes, the pale skin, the black hair with red tips that was exactly like the woman lying next to him - that Jaune realized why Summer looked so familiar. Why Summer talked about her babies and how they were students at Beacon.

She was Ruby and Yang's mom.

He'd slept with his friends' mom.

Shit. How the fuck didn't he notice?!

"I can explain-" Jaune started to say, but before he could get another word out, Summer stirred next to him.

"Mmm, good morning," she murmured sleepily, her voice still husky from sleep. She shifted closer to him, one hand trailing across his chest, "You didn't have to be so gentle last night, you know..."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop about twenty degrees.

Yang's gauntlets materialized on her arms with their distinctive metallic sounds, her hair practically glowing as her Semblance activated. Ruby, meanwhile, had somehow produced Crescent Rose from seemingly nowhere, the massive scythe unfolding with a series of mechanical clicks that sounded ominous in the dead silence. Both sisters stared at him with expressions that promised immediate and painful death. Somehow, Ruby looked more terrifying than Yang.

Jaune did the only sensible thing he could think of.

He threw himself sideways out of the bed, scrambled across the floor on his hands and knees, and dove headfirst through the second floor window.

The glass shattered around him as he sailed through the air, completely naked, and crashed into the bushes below with a tremendous rustling of leaves and branches. Thorns scraped against his skin as he rolled, but Aura kept them from piercing his skin. A small comfort considering the imminent death he was facing.

He heard shouting from upstairs. Summer's confused voice, Yang's furious roar, and Ruby's high-pitched shriek of outrage. Then came the sound of more breaking glass as the sisters apparently decided to follow his exit strategy.

Jaune scrambled to his feet and ran, "I'M SORRY!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as he sprinted naked through the forest, branches whipping at his face and legs, "I DIDN'T KNOW! I'M SO SORRY!"

Behind him, he could hear Yang's combat boots hitting the ground and Ruby's mechanical whirring as she used her Semblance to keep pace.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU BASTARD!" Yang's voice echoed through the trees, followed by the sound of her gauntlets firing. Shotgun shells sailed over his head and past his sides.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" Ruby's voice was closer - much closer - and Jaune could hear Crescent Rose's blade cutting through branches as she carved a path after him.

Jaune ran harder than he'd ever run in his life, his bare feet slapping against the muddy forest floor as he dodged trees and leaped over fallen logs. His weapons training never covered this particular scenario, but apparently terror was an excellent motivator to learn parkour, "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" he shouted over his shoulder, immediately realizing how stupid that sounded, "WELL, NOT AN ACCIDENT, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHO SHE WAS!"

He just kept running while two of his friends screamed threats of bloody murder. This so wasn't worth it!

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Poor Jaune. Hopefully Summer manages to explain soon before he gets crucified while ass naked.