Team Rizzless - Volume 1 Jaune Omake, Part 1

V1 Jaune. This one is more comedic and smutty compared to Rusted Knight omakes. Hope you guys enjoy.

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Jaune Arc had big dreams. Dreams of being a hero, of standing on the front lines of battle with a shining blade and gleaming armor, of vanquishing the Grimm and winning the admiration of his peers (and maybe the love of a certain ice-cold heiress).

The reality, however, was that Beacon was hard.

Not just academically hard; which, okay, he fully expected considering he forged his transcripts and barely knew what Aura even was before arriving. No, it was socially hard, physically hard, and at times, downright terrifying. He'd only ever seen Grimm behind screens; unless you counted the occasional beowolf that the militia dealt with from the walls. He knew they were dangerous - everyone on Remnant knew that - but he figured some armor and a sword meant he'd catch up in no time.

Reality wasn't as kind as that. And that wasn't the worst part.

Weiss still ignored him (and when she did acknowledge his existence, it was usually followed by an eye-roll or a flat-out insult). Pyrrha was way too nice, which just made him nervous because he was pretty sure he didn't deserve it. Nora was nice too, but she had a lot of energy. Ren was great to talk to, but he kept making him chug health drinks. Ruby and Yang were cool, but Ruby was hyperactive and Yang was...intimidating even when she wasn't trying. And Blake? Well, he was pretty sure she didn't know he existed. The last time she had to talk to him, she said, "Hey, you".

The only real reprieve was getting off campus, which was why he jumped on the opportunity to take a Bullhead to Vale for some fresh air. Jaune wasn't an idiot- well, okay, maybe he was kind of an idiot, but not completely. He could tell that his team thought he was useless, even if they were all too nice to say it out loud. Hell, he knew he was useless, but the thing was, he wasn't going to stay useless. He just needed time to catch up. Just like his favorite heroes.

So today's goal was simple: Go to Vale, eat some cheap fast food, maybe practice his sword swings in the park where no one could see him, then go back to Beacon and train in secret. Become a hero.

A flawless plan.

Jaune let out a long yawn as he stretched in his seat, rolling his shoulders and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The soft hum of the Bullhead's engines had vanished, replaced by the faint murmur of voices and the distant honking of a horn. He blinked, still groggy, and looked around. The automated transport had landed.

He groaned and undid the safety harness, "Guess I dozed off..." he muttered, stepping to the exit. He could have sworn the ride wasn't supposed to take that long. He didn't think much of it, though. His whole week had been exhausting. Between initiation, classes, and desperately trying to pretend like he belonged at Beacon, it was no wonder he'd crashed the moment he sat down.

Jaune stepped off the Bullhead and into the landing area with a smile. The city stretched out before him, bustling and lively. Storefronts were lit up, pedestrians moved along the sidewalks, and neon signs flickered in the late afternoon light. A few security drones floated overhead, keeping an idle watch over the city. The scent of grilled meat from a food stall drifted past him, and his stomach growled, "Alright," he mumbled, adjusting the straps of his chest plate, "First stop, go to McDonnels."

He walked down the street, hands in his pockets, feeling himself relax for the first time in days. It was strange how much better the city made him feel. Beacon was amazing, but the constant stress of pretending to be a competent Huntsman-in-training was starting to weigh on him. Here in Vale, he didn't feel like a fraud. No one was watching him, judging his combat skills, or questioning why he didn't know what a 'semblance' was until a week ago.

He could just...breathe.

He passed by a few storefronts, casually peering into windows as he went. He spotted a Dust shop. Not one of the 'From Dust Till Dawn' chains, but one that looked pretty similar. Next to it was a bookstore, and beside that, a clothing shop. Further ahead, a café with outdoor seating.

Nothing out of the ordinary, but something felt...different.

Jaune frowned slightly as he walked, not quite sure what it was. The city looked and sounded the same, but there was...an energy in the air. A weird energy. The people around him - Huntresses, judging by their outfits and concealed weapons - seemed excited about something. Not in a loud or obvious way, but he caught a few of them whispering to each other, shooting glances down the street like they were waiting for something.

He ignored it. Probably just some festival or event he didn't know about.

Then again, he hadn't seen many guys around...

Jaune dismissed the thought. Vale was a huge city - maybe he just happened to be in a part of town where there weren't a lot of dudes. He wasn't about to question city demographics when he was one bad sparring session away from failing out of Beacon.

Food first. Everything else later. He spotted a fast food joint across the street and perked up, "Perfect," he muttered, making his way toward it. So far, so good. Nothing weird. No Grimm attacks, no team drama, no Cardin breathing down his neck. Just a day to himself. He ordered the greasiest, most unhealthy thing he could afford on the menu.

He sat down with a satisfied sigh, stretching his arms over his head before digging into his meal. A triple-stack bacon cheeseburger, a large side of fries, and a chocolate shake - an absolute feast for a guy who had been eating cafeteria food all week. It wasn't that Beacon's food was bad, but it wasn't this. Greasy, indulgent, heart-stoppingly delicious. This was the kind of meal heroes deserved after a long week of training, and Jaune was going to savor every bite.

He hummed, closing his eyes in pure bliss as the salty, greasy goodness hit his taste buds. Now this was the kind of meal that made life worth living. He washed it down with a sip of his shake, wiping his mouth on his sleeve before reaching for his fries. For the first time in days, everything felt normal. No pressure, no expectations; just a guy enjoying his food.

Then he heard a voice from outside. A loud, flirtatious, desperate voice.

Jaune's attention shifted to the large front windows, where he could see the street outside. A Huntress - obviously a Huntress, given the weapons strapped to her belt - was chatting up some guy. A civilian, from the looks of it. He was tall, dark-haired, and dressed in a simple button-up and slacks. Looked like an office worker or something. The kind of guy Jaune expected to love the attention of a cool, badass warrior woman.

Except...he didn't look like he was loving it at all.

Jaune slowed his chewing as he watched the scene unfold. The Huntress - tall, blonde, and with muscles that reminded him of Yang - was leaning in close, her expression hungry in a way that made Jaune think of a lion eyeing an injured gazelle. She was doing everything: twirling her hair, batting her lashes, subtly flexing her toned arms to draw attention. Her voice was loud enough that Jaune could hear her from inside.

"So, you free tonight? I know this really nice place- well, my apartment, actually, but it's got great ambiance~"

The guy looked...bored. His expression was flat and unimpressed as he adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, "I'm busy," he said, sounding like he could barely muster the energy to force the words out.

"Oh, come on," the Huntress cooed, stepping in front of him to block his path, "You work so hard, I can tel. Don't you think you deserve a little fun? Some company? A strong, capable woman who appreciates you?"

The guy sighed heavily, "I already have company," he deadpanned, "It's called my couch and a cold beer. Now get out of my way before I file a restraining order."

Jaune paused mid-bite, watching as the Huntress tried desperately to keep the conversation going while the guy visibly resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She leaned closer, trying to put a hand on his arm, but he just sidestepped her with a sharp, "Not interested." Then he walked off, not sparing her another glance. The Huntress stood there for a moment, hands clenched into fists, watching him disappear down the street with an expression of complete devastation.

Jaune slowly began to eat again, brow furrowed. Weird. Wasn't this the kind of thing guys dreamed about? Getting hit on by a hot, confident Huntress? He figured most guys would jump at the chance. The guys back home definitely talked a lot about how hot Huntresses were. Hell, he'd been chasing after Weiss for a week with absolutely no luck, and he wouldn't have said no if someone like Yang tried to hit him up. And there this guy was just brushing her off like she was nothing.

Jaune wasn't sure what was stranger: the fact that she'd been so insistent, or the fact that the guy was so annoyed by it. He frowned slightly and popped another fry into his mouth, watching as the Huntress sulked off in defeat.

He shrugged it off and turned back to his food. Just another day in Vale, he thought.

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Jaune spent the rest of the day wandering around Vale, checking out stores, grabbing snacks, and just enjoying the freedom of being away from Beacon for a while. The whole city felt more alive than the academy. He watched street performers, checked out a weapons shop (though he didn't have the lien to buy anything, or the training to use it), and even considered seeing a movie before realizing he had no idea what was playing.

For the most part, it was a nice, relaxing day, but there were little things that kept nagging at him.

The Huntresses were...odd. It wasn't just the one from earlier. He'd noticed others acting strangely too. Women in combat gear lingering too long outside cafés, openly staring at men passing by. Conversations that would start off normal but quickly devolve into awkwardly aggressive flirting, always with the guy trying to leave while the Huntress tried to keep him there. He'd seen one woman in full Huntsman attire straight-up offer a guy money to go on a date with her.

And through it all, not a single guy accepted.

But it wasn't until he tried to head back to Beacon that things got really weird.

Jaune arrived at the bullhead docks just as the sun dipped below the horizon. The automated transports were lined up along the platforms, engines humming softly as passengers boarded. He let out a relieved breath and approached the ticket counter, reaching for his scroll, "One ticket to Beacon, please," he said, flashing his student ID.

The guy behind the counter, a tired-looking middle-aged man with graying hair, barely glanced up from his scroll, "Docks are closed for visitors," he said in a monotone voice.

Jaune blinked, "What? No, I'm not a visitor, I'm a student. I came from Beacon earlier today."

The man finally looked up, giving Jaune a slow once-over. His eyes flicked over the hoodie, the jeans, the lack of any kind of visible weapon. Then he sighed through his nose, rubbed his temple, and said in a tone dripping with exhaustion, "Kid, you don't look like a Huntress."

Jaune frowned, "Well, yeah, 'cause I'm not one. I'm a Hunts- " He stopped himself mid-word. Technically, he was still in training, and falsely claiming to be a Huntsman was a crime " -a student at Beacon," he corrected, "I swear. Look, I have an ID!" He held it up again.

The man didn't even glance at it. He just leaned on the counter and gave Jaune a tired, pitying look, "Right. And I'm the King of Vale."

Jaune scowled, "I'm serious! I go to Beacon! My name's Jaune Arc, I'm on Team JNPR, and I-"

"Yeah, yeah, sure you are," the man interrupted, waving a hand dismissively, "Look, kid, I get it. You think it'd be funny to play a little joke or maybe your friends dared you to do something crazy. But trust me, you do not want to be there at night."

Jaune narrowed his eyes, "And why not?"

The man let out a long, suffering sigh and rubbed his face, "Because the Huntresses get desperate at night."

Jaune blinked, "...What."

The man looked at him with dead-serious eyes, "Desperate, kid. I mean, they're always desperate, but it gets worse when the sun goes down. It's like a full moon, but instead of turning into werewolves, they turn into-" He gestured vaguely, "-whatever the hell you call that mess. Trust me, I'm doing you a favor. You do not want to be out there when they start prowling." He tried to look for any signs of the guy bullshitting him, but there was none. He looked dead serious.

Jaune just stared at him, "You're joking."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" The guy's expression was about as lively as a brick wall, "Go back into the city, get a hotel, lock your door, and pray none of them find you. Beacon's got a curfew, but a few of them get desperate and go out prowling. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Jaune took a step back and processed the words. This was...wrong, but he didn't know what else to do. He left Crocea Mors back at Beacon, and even if he didn't, was he gonna threaten the guy manning the counter? He shook his head and walked off, his thoughts muddled.

Jaune trudged through the dimly lit streets of Vale, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets as he tried to process everything. This was getting ridiculous. The guy at the docks had to be messing with him. There was no way he was serious no matter how he looked. Huntresses didn't prowl the streets at night like some kind of hormonal Grimm. Sure, some of them were flirty. Yang had her whole cool older sister who makes bad puns and tries to sound suave thing going on, but that was normal!

But this?

He groaned, tilting his head back to stare at the sky. The sun was setting and the city buzzed with life around him. Nothing seemed wrong. No rampaging Grimm, no explosions in the distance, no mechs rampaging down highways. Everything was normal.

Except it wasn't.

Jaune sighed and eventually found himself at a park. The place was quiet, save for the occasional sound of wind rustling through the trees. It was nice. Peaceful. A little too empty for comfort, but he'd take what he could get. He plopped down onto a bench with a heavy sigh, leaning back and staring at the canopy of leaves overhead, "Okay," he muttered, rubbing his face, "Just...think, Jaune. You can't get back to Beacon, some weirdo at the docks thinks you're about to get jumped by a bunch of feral Huntresses, and everyone's acting weird."

He groaned again and pulled out his scroll. He'd been holding off on calling for help because, well...he didn't want to look stupid. If this was some elaborate prank, the last thing he wanted was for Ruby to laugh at him and Pyrrha to give him that concerned look she always did when he tripped over himself.

But now? Now he just wanted answers. He scrolled through his contacts, tapping Pyrrha's name first. The screen lit up as it tried to connect.

...And kept trying.

Jaune frowned. The call didn't even go through Normally, Pyrrha always picked up instantly. If she wasn't training or in class, she'd answer on the first ring. But this? "...Huh." A weird pit settled in his stomach as he tried again, only to get the same result. No connection. Not even a busy signal. His fingers tightened around the scroll as he flipped to Ruby's contact and tried her next. Same result.

What the hell?

His mind raced through possibilities. Maybe Beacon had some kind of weird nighttime lockdown where all student communications got jammed? But that didn't make sense. If that were the case, he would've heard about it by now. Maybe the school just had a bad signal at this time of night? No, he saw Yang calling her friends just last night.

Jaune exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his head as a nervous laugh bubbled in his throat, "Okay," he said to himself, trying to keep calm, "It's fine. No big deal. Just a connection issue. Totally normal." He pocketed his scroll and licked his lips nervously. He didn't have the money for a hotel. Maybe a net cafe? He heard they let people stay up overnight. Then maybe he could get back to Beacon some other way. Cause there was no way he was gonna lose his shot after what he did to get here.

He slumped back on the bench, rubbing his temples. He was exhausted. His scroll was useless, the docks were a dead end, and he had no idea what was going on. The prospect of sleeping at a net cafe was growing more and more tempting by the second. He exhaled through his nose, tapping his fingers against his knee. That felt like the best plan, but something about it made his skin crawl. Like if he stayed out too long, something would happen.

...Eh, probably just his imagination.

Still, he pushed himself up, already mentally preparing to search for a place to stay when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. Weiss. Standing near a small pond at the edge of the park, arms crossed, her foot tapping impatiently against the ground. She looked the same as she always did: pristine, perfectly put together, a picture of nobility wrapped in white and icy blue. Like she she'd stepped out of a fairy tale. The only thing that ruined the picture was her expression. Her face was pinched in a way that meant she was either deep in thought or annoyed at something.

Jaune's heart soared. Finally, he thought, someone normal! Someone who knew him! Someone who could march up to that guy at the docks and give him a full-on Schnee Lecture about how he was an esteemed Beacon student and not some lost city kid who needed protecting from the big, bad Huntresses!

And hey, while he was at it, a little flirting wouldn't be amiss, right? He adjusted his hoodie, straightened his back, and grinned. Weiss was here, and that meant everything was going to be fine.

Jaune took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and strode confidently toward Weiss. This was it. The moment. His moment. All those times she ignored him, rolled her eyes, brushed him off with that little haughty scoff of hers. None of that mattered anymore. Because tonight, in this weirdly empty city with its weirdly absent men and weirdly desperate Huntresses, fate had given him a chance. And Jaune Arc was nothing if not a man who believed in taking chances. Why else was he here?

He reached her in a few strides, throwing on his best charming grin as he came to a stop just beside her. She was still looking out at the pond, her arms crossed, her foot tapping against the ground like she was lost in deep thought.

"Hey there, Snow Angel," he said, laying on the charm.

Weiss blinked. Slowly, she turned her head and looked at him. Her expression was unreadable at first. Brows slightly furrowed and lips just barely parted, like she wasn't sure if she heard him right. She looked at him like he was a stranger, but he paid it no mind. She'd looked at him in worse ways before, "...Are you talking to me?" she asked, her voice slow. Careful.

Jaune chuckled, lifting his hands in a what-else-would-I-be-doing kind of way, "Uh, yeah! Of course, I'm talking to you! Who else would I-"

Weiss grinned. Not just a smirk. Not just the tiny, amused quirk of her lips that he had seen once in a blue shattered moon when he made a joke that actually landed. No. This was a grin. Wide. Hungry. Predatory.

Jaune barely had time to process it before Weiss lunged. Her fingers curled around the collar of his hoodie, yanking him forward with not-so-surprising (she was a Huntress-in-training) strength. Vefore he could even think to react, her lips crashed against his.

His brain went blank. For a single, stunned second, all Jaune could do was freeze. Was...Was this- was Weiss Schnee actually- was this happening?!

Then his brain rebooted, excitement surged through his chest, and- by the Brothers, this was happening! She was kissing him. Weiss was kissing him! Not a peck, not a chaste, soft little brush of lips, but a kiss. A real one. Desperate. Hungry. Her hands gripped his hoodie like she was afraid he'd disappear if she let go, and her tongue was already pushing past his lips, practically forcing its way inside his mouth with a neediness he never would've expected from her.

It was clumsy. Messy. Absolutely nothing like the poised, elegant image he'd always imagined when he thought about what it'd be like to kiss Weiss Schnee. But holy crap, Jaune was not about to complain. His eyes fluttered shut, a rush of pure, giddy excitement flooding his veins. Finally! He'd done it! He'd finally broken through! He knew he had a shot! He knew she'd see what a nice guy he was eventually! And now...now she was kissing him like he was the only man in the world!

...Not that he'd ever expected her to be this forward, but hey, maybe she'd just been hiding her feelings all along! Thanks for the advice, dad! Whooo!

He melted into the kiss, arms coming up to wrap around her waist, heart pounding in his chest. This was it. This was the moment. The start of something beautiful.

Weiss finally pulled back, panting softly against his lips, her breath hot and heavy. Jaune barely had time to process the sheer insanity of what had just happened before she yanked him even closer, her fingers gripping the front of his hoodie like a vice. Then, in a low, husky growl, she murmured directly into his ear, "You. Me. Hotel. Now."

Jaune's brain short-circuited. His thoughts - which had previously been a chaotic whirlwind of holy crap, Weiss is kissing me, Weiss is actually kissing me - immediately dissolved into static. His skin prickled where her breath ghosted against his ear, his heart hammering so wildly in his chest that he was surprised it hadn't burst through his ribcage. This was happening. This was actually happening. He and Weiss were gonna-

He swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. His knees felt weird. His whole body felt weird. Tingly. Lightheaded. He must've looked stupid. standing there with his eyes wide and his lips still slightly parted, waiting for his brain to catch up to the rest of him, but Weiss didn't seem to care.

She just watched him, her expression expectant and demanding. And Jaune, still floating somewhere between 'thrilled beyond belief' and 'functionally brain-dead', could only nod along, "Y-Yeah," he stammered, his voice dazed and stupid, "Okay. Yeah. Hotel. Sure."

All thoughts about asking her for help to get back to Beacon? Gone. Obliterated. Reduced to nothing beneath the sheer, overwhelming weight of the fact that Weiss Schnee had just shoved her tongue down his throat and was now dragging him off to a hotel.

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Weiss practically dragged him through the grand lobby, barely slowing down to flick her black card at the receptionist. He took one look at her, one look at him, and then wordlessly slid over the room key with an expressionless stare.

Jaune didn't have the brain power to question anything. His feet moved on instinct, following her lead as they ascended floor after floor in a private elevator, her grip on his wrist iron-tight, her body humming with anticipation.

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap-

They barely made it through the door before Weiss shoved him inside. Jaune stumbled backward, arms flailing, eyes darting around in wide-eyed amazement at the lavish interior. A massive king-sized bed, satin sheets, warm lighting, and expensive everything.

But he didn't get to admire any of it before Weiss pounced. With a shove, he landed flat on his back against the impossibly soft mattress, his whole world spinning as the mattress dipped beneath him. He barely managed a gasp before Weiss climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, her fingers already fumbling at the seams of her dress. No slow seduction. No teasing touches. No coy removal of a strap like how he always imagined it'd go in his nighttime fantasies.

She ripped it clean off. Fabric pooled at her sides as she shed her clothing like a woman possessed, discarding piece after piece with the speed and urgency of someone with one singular goal.

Jaune gawked. His brain screamed at him to move, to say something, to do something, but all he could do was stare. Her skin was pale. Flawless. Her boobs were small but perky, and her toned stomach tightened with each breath. Her nipples, a pretty shade of pink that drew the eyes, were already hard were arousal. Her legs, long and smooth, caged him in, thighs warm against his sides. He could feel the heat even through his hoodie.

Jaune's face burned as his gaze trailed lower, his entire body locking up as he realized that, yes, she was completely bare. The thin slit of her pussy, already wet and just as smooth as the rest of her. His cock quickly got hard.

She kissed him again. Her lips crashed into his, hard, her hands burying themselves in his hoodie, yanking him closer, pressing herself against him with a hunger that sent a violent shudder down his spine. She moaned shamelessly against his lips, rubbing her quim against the rough fabric of his jeans. Fuck.

Jaune fumbled with his waistband, hands scrambling to do something, anything, to match her pace. His brain had long since stopped functioning, reduced to nothing but a whirlwind of holy crap holy crap holy crap, and it wasn't helping that Weiss refused to stop kissing him.

Every time he tried to lift his arms, she was there, her lips crashing against his, her tongue swiping into his mouth, her fingers digging into his hoodie like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to Remnant.

It was a struggle, and it was made infinitely worse by the fact that, for reasons beyond him, he'd thought wearing two belts was a good idea. Why did he have two belts? Why did no one tell him this was stupid?

He grunted, trying to yank them free with one hand while the other clumsily tried to push down his pants, but it was a disaster. Weiss was pressed too close, her thighs squeezing around his sides, her hips grinding just enough to make his coordination completely nonexistent.

His armor? Forget it. His hoodie? Not happening.

Somehow, he managed to kick off his trousers, his boxers halfway down before Weiss suddenly paused, her whole body stiffening. A shudder. A long, pleasured exhale. And then, a low, desperate moan. Jaune barely had time to process what happened before Weiss trembled against him, her nails digging into his neck as she felt his cock, hot and hard, pressing up against her bare thigh.

Her breath hitched, her fingers flexing against his hoodie, and for the first time since this all started, she was the one who hesitated. Then, slowly - oh-so slowly - she pulled back just enough to look at him, her ice-blue eyes dark with desire, "Alright, stud..." she breathed, voice trembling with barely contained need.

Jaune swallowed, throat dry, "Y-Yeah?"

"I want you to take this thing." She reached down and palmed his dick, "And shove it in me so hard that I can't walk tomorrow. Can you do that?"

"N-No problem!"

Jaune's instincts took over. With a surge of adrenaline, he gripped Weiss's arms gently but firmly, reversing their positions in one smooth, controlled motion that left him on top. Weiss's startled squeal morphed into a delighted giggle, her eyes sparkling with surprise and excitement beneath him.

Taking the initiative, Jaune leaned down, capturing her lips with his own in a deep, purposeful kiss. The intensity of the moment deepened, and as he positioned himself between her welcoming thighs, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. He never thought he'd get this far. At least, not so soon. He always did dream about sharing the same bed as Weiss, but he never imagined she'd just drag him to a hotel like her life depended on it.

Carefully, he aligned himself at her entrance, desperate to reach the climax. His breath hitched slightly as he felt the warm, inviting pressure against the tip of his cock. With a slow, steady push, he eased forward, enveloped by a sensation that was as intense as it was new to him.

Weiss gasped softly beneath him, her fingers clutching at his back, her expression a mix of awe, eagerness, and pure hunger. The room filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the sounds of smacking lips and shameless moans. Her tight snatch seemed to try and keep him out at first, but a few careful thrusts in and the soft, velvety walls parted to accept him. Fuck! Jaune grit his teeth. Gods, it felt so fucking good. Better than any kind of 'self-care' he'd ever done.

They both paused as he fully sheathed himself within her. Weiss gasped, her entire body shuddering. Jaune's eyes screwed shut and he breathed out through his mouth. Was he dreaming? If so, please Gods, never let him wake up again.

Jaune kept himself bottomed out inside her for a few more seconds before he felt the urge to move again. He exhaled softly and started to pull back, keeping the same languid pace as before, "Nooo~" Weiss wrapped her arms tighter around him. Jaune gulped and resisted the urge to slam down on her. In all the time he'd known her, Weiss always kept a look of haughty confidence. At most, she'd give little begrudging smiles she usually reserved for Ruby.

Now? Now, she looked completely undone. Eyes half-lidded, mouth parted open with her tongue lolling out. It looked hotter than any kind of fantasy he'd ever hand. His hands groped for the soft mounds of her chest and she moaned shamelessly as he fondled them. They were just as soft as he expected. Maybe they weren't as big as Yang or Pyrrha, but that didn't matter to him. Seeing Weiss squirm and moan with every squeeze and pinch was hotter than anything else on Remnant.

Jaune pulled back till he was halfway out before going back in. It was faster this time. Easier now that he was already inside. Weiss blubbered underneath, "S-Sisters, your cock is so big...!" Sisters? He shook his head. No, didn't matter. He bit his lower lip and kept going. He was a virgin, and he was pretty sure Weiss was too, so his movements ended up being clumsy and shaky. It was hard to keep hmself balanced, and his arms barely managed to hold up his own weight.

The pace of his pumping slowly picked up. In, out, in, out. Jaune grit his teeth and tried to keep his breathing level. He wanted it to last longer. In all his fantasies, sex was always perfect. It lasted for multiple rounds, they came at the same time, and they were holding hands when they did it.

The reality was different. His thrusts were clumsy, he had to press both hands against the mattress to keep himself up, and he was half-dizzy from the sheer enormity of it all. Here he was, losing his virginity to Weiss Schnee. His old friends from back home would've been so jealous. Hell, Jaune from a week ago would've been jealous. Back then, he was just a bundle of nerves on an airship with no Aura. Now he was a student and Beacon and...well, he was here.

Jaune could feel himself growing closer and closer. It wouldn't be long now, "Fuck, here it comes..." A thought suddenly shot through him like a lance. He didn't have any protection. He'd been so damn excited he didn't even think about it. Jaune's eyes snapped open and he made to pull back when he felt a pressure on his back. Weiss had wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him back down, pushing his cock back up to the hilt inside her snatch.

"D-Don't pull out!"

"But if I come inside-"

"F-Fuck, I don't care! Cum inside me! Do it!"

Whatever self-restraint he had melted right then and there. Jaune stopped trying to pull back and groaned as he finally climaxed. Spurts of his seed shot out of his cock, painting the heiress' inner walls white. Weiss' eyes shot opened and her mouth parted, though there was no sound...at least, not at first. It didn't take long for her to start babbling again, muttering about how amazing sex was and how she deserved this for everything she'd already gone through. It came in one ear and out the other.

He didn't know how long he stayed inside her. When he looked down, he saw his cock stuffing her entrance while their cum leaked out the sides. Jaune fell on his back next to her, looking up at the brightly lit ceiling. Gods, that felt-

"...Again."

"Huh?"

Jaune looked to Weiss and grunted when she flipped over and straddled him again. Her soft butt was pressing down on his crotch and he could feel his cock already growing hard again, "I said again," she said, looking down at him hungrily, "I'm not satisfied yet!"

He opened his mouth to say something before shutting it again. What was he going to do? Say no? Not a chance, "Alright. Whatever you want, Snow Angel." Jaune laughed, ready to go for a second around.

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Jaune lay on the luxurious hotel bed, limbs sprawled out, his chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. His skin was slick with sweat, his heart still hammering in his ears, and his brain? His brain was lagging behind, trying to process what had just happened. This wasn't a dream, right? His fingers twitched against the silk sheets beneath him, as if testing reality itself. No, it was definitely real.

He'd just fucked Weiss Schnee. More than once.

That thought alone sent another wave of disbelief crashing through him. Weiss. Schnee. The same Weiss who had barely given him the time of day at Beacon, who usually looked at him like he was an annoying gnat buzzing in her ear. The same Weiss who had ignored every attempt at flirting, rolled her eyes at his attempts to be suave, and dismissed his existence unless absolutely necessary.

And yet, here she was, lying beside him, completely naked, her body lazily pressed against his. She was soft and warm, her long white hair a tangled mess around her flushed face. A satisfied, cat-like smile curved her lips, and her pale fingers idly traced patterns over his chest, her touch featherlight, like she was savoring him. She looked content. Blissful, even. If he hadn't just experienced it firsthand, he wouldn't have believed it.

Jaune was still trying to wrap his head around it all when something finally clicked in his mind. Wait. Weiss. Right. He came to her for a reason. His eyes widened, his head snapping toward her, "Weiss," he said, still breathless, "I almost forgot. I need your help getting back to Beacon."

Weiss let out a soft giggle, her nails lightly dragging down his chest in slow, idle strokes, "Oh, sweetie," she murmured, her voice rich with amusement, "I love that you're so eager. But even I need a moment to catch my breath." She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazed down at him with a smirk, "Really now, didn't I wear you out at all?"

Jaune blinked at her, his face blank, "What?"

She giggled again, stretching her arms above her head in a slow, languid motion, her smirk deepening as she admired him, "I mean, I knew you'd be different from the others, but this is adorable. Already ready for another round? My kind of man."

Jaune sat up, shaking his head, "No, Weiss, I mean it. I need to get back to Beacon. I-I was in Vale for the day, but I couldn't get a Bullhead back, so I figured you could-"

Weiss's laughter cut him off, light and musical. It wasn't mocking exactly, but it was too amused, like he'd just told her a really stupid joke joke. She reached out, cupping his cheek with both hands and gazing at him with something that was almost pitying, "Alright now," she cooed, her thumbs stroking over his skin, "You really are adorable when you joke like that, but you need to understand what you're asking for here."

Jaune blinked. His stomach twisted slightly. Something about the way she said that, the way she looked at him, sent alarm bells ringing in the back of his head, "I'm not joking," he said slowly.

Weiss hummed, clearly unconvinced, tilting her head as if humoring a child who had just declared he was a superhero, "Oh, I know you think you're serious," she said, smiling, "But come on. Beacon? That's no place for a man."

Jaune felt his whole body freeze, "...What?"

Weiss giggled again, clearly entertained, and flicked his nose playfully, "Don't be silly. What would you even do there? Guard the lockers? Hold everyone's weapons while the real fighters do the work?" She smirked, stroking his cheek again, "Don't worry, love. You don't need to stress yourself with that kind of thing anymore. I have you now."

Jaune let out a frustrated groan, running both hands through his messy blonde hair before throwing them up in exasperation, "For the love of- Weiss, I do belong there! I'm a student at Beacon! You know this! We've been classmates for a week!"

Weiss, still lounging naked on the bed, folded her arms and gave him a bemused look, like he was a child insisting he had a pet dragon in the backyard, "Jaune," she sighed, shaking her head, "You can't be a student at Beacon."

Jaune glared at her, "And why the hell not?!"

Weiss huffed, her expression that of someone explaining something obvious, "Because males don't have Aura."

Jaune froze. His brain short-circuited, "Excuse me?"

Weiss raised a brow, as if he was the one saying something ridiculous, "Males. Don't. Have. Aura," she repeated slowly, like she was talking to a particularly dense toddler, "That's just fact, Jaune."

Jaune stared at her like she'd grown a second head. Then he laughed, short and incredulous, rubbing his temples. Alright, he'd be the first to admit that he wasn't the biggest expert on the stuff, but he knew for a fact that guys had Aura! Unless she was gonna tell him that Ren, all of team CRDL, Ozpin, Port, and Oobleck were all women, "Okay, what the hell are you talking about? Of course guys have Aura! What kind of insane- ugh, you know what? Fine. You want proof?"

Weiss blinked in mild curiosity, propping herself up on her elbows as Jaune suddenly stood and turned toward the massive bed she was still sitting on. He squared his stance, bent his knees, and with a grunt, Jaune lifted the entire bed off the ground with both hands.

Weiss let out an undignified yelp as the luxurious frame, mattress, and her were all hoisted into the air, her balance wobbling as she instinctively grabbed onto the sheets. He wasn't as strong as Yang, sure, but Aura made just about everyone superhuman, and lifting a bed was nothing compared to taking hits from a Deathstalker or having to hold back Nora when someone cut in line and took the last stack of red maple syrup pancakes.

For a few stunned seconds, Weiss said nothing, her mouth slightly agape as she stared down at him from her new aerial position. Jaune, still holding the bed like a dumbbell, shot her a flat look, "Believe me now?" He grunted.

Weiss didn't respond. Her stunned expression didn't change as he carefully lowered the bed back onto the floor. Then, out of nowhere, she grinned. Before Jaune could register what was happening, she lunged at him, tackling him onto the floor with a squeal of absolute, unfiltered glee, "Oh my Goddesses!" she screamed, her voice hitting a pitch that made his ears ring, "I fucked the first man on Remnant to have Aura! Ahahahaha!"

Jaune barely had time to flail before she all but squeezed the air out of him in a crushing hug, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms tightening around his shoulders like a vice. He wheezed, "Weiss?! Ghk-can't...breath!"

But Weiss wasn't listening. She was cheering, kicking her legs excitedly like a girl who had just won the lottery, "Oh my Sisters! This...This is history! This is the most important thing I've ever done! The most important thing anyone on Remnant has ever done! I've made history!"

Jaune, still pinned beneath her, struggled to keep up, "What the hell is happening?!"

Weiss pulled back, looking down at him with an expression of pure, unbridled triumph, "Love," she said breathlessly, her eyes shining, "Do you have any idea what this means?!"

Jaune, still trapped under her, was pretty sure that no, he did not know what the hell any of this meant, "No?"

Weiss beamed, "I was first! I was the first!" She let out a delighted giggle, her hands gripping his shoulders as she practically bounced on top of him. Considering she was naked, it made for a really interesting image, "I beat everyone else!"

Jaune's brain was breaking, "...Beat them at what?!"

Weiss's grin turned predatory, "Claiming you, of course!" Jaune felt every single neuron in his brain explode, "You want to go to Beacon?! Deal! Oh, I can't wait to show you off to everyuone!" She squealed and hugged him again, "What's your name? I understand it's a bit late, but I can't introduce you as just my lover, as tempting as that is."

"What? I- it's me, Jaune! We've been classmates for a week! I've been trying to ask you out for days!"

"Doubtful. If you asked me out, I would've said yes the first time." She grinned down at him, "Alright, Jaune. Let's show the rest of those skanks who the real woman is."

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Huh...seems like V1 Jaune is having an easier time here compared to Rusty. Anyway, like you guys said, this'll probably be a harem with Rizzless Weiss taking on the domineering head wife role. I might also skip smut for the next chapter. The joke comes more from how annoyingly smug Weiss is.