Domestic Bliss - Neo x Jaune Smut

Neopolitan was a lot of things. A psychopath, a murderer, a thief, and Baskin Qrow's most loyal customer. Tales of her exploits were whispered in awe and fear around Vale. She'd stolen things that were deemed impossible, left Huntsmen and Huntresses broken on their knees, and found the secret 32nd flavor (they could hide nothing from her!). She'd made her mark on Vale and ensured they would never forget her long after she was dead and buried. And that was assuming she didn't find the secret to immortality. She was getting there.

Roman helped too, of course. He was her partner, the family she never had (Mr and Mrs. Vanille did not count), but they both knew she was doing the heavy lifting in their partnership. While he was out there making scenes, drawing attention, and being the 'gentleman thief', she was the one doing the dirty, bloody work. Not that she minded, of course. Neo had a flair for the dramatic, but she preferred fear to love. Let Roman have his fans. She liked scaring the shit out of Junior and his lackeys more than getting showered with squealing fangirls.

Of course, there were rumors about her. Who was Neopolitan, really? Some said she was an Atlesian super soldier. Others said she wasn't one person but many (as if someone else could be as fabulous as her). She let the rumors stew for her own amusement. She loved seeing what theories they came up with on what she did during her off-time. Some people thought she lounged around in a Mistral villa, others thought she was secretly training a school full of Neos to cause chaos in the next few decades. One particular poster insisted that she was secretly running Vale and pulling the strings of the Council. That was a fun one.

All of them couldn't have been further from the truth.

Neo stepped into her modest apartment, her (non-multicolored) hair fluttering in the wind. As much as she would've loved to say she looked effortlessly flawless all the time, that wasn't the truth. Her outfits and looks were eye-catching, but it would've made the downtime between heists an absolute bitch if she did look like that normally. So while she was the multicolored Neopolitan while out with Roman, during her breaks, she was just Neo, the normal woman who loved ice cream and watched slasher movies when she wanted a laugh.

And more importantly, she was the woman with the best boyfriend on Remnant.

Neo sniffed the air and smiled at the smell of sizzling spaghetti in the air. The apartment was small enough that it only took a few steps to see into the kitchen. There, standing with his back towards her, was Jaune. Her boyfriend - lover, light of her life, boytoy - hummed to himself as he cooked, an off-key tune that would've sounded annoying if it was literally anyone but him doing it. On his ears were a pair of dull white earbuds that made him blissfully unaware of everything around him.

Neo licked her lips and silently padded over to where he stood. She waited until he turned the stove off (she wasn't a monster) before she wrapped her arms around him, "W-Woah!" Jaune yelped. He tried to turn around, but she hugged him tighter and pressed her face against the soft, warm surface of his hoodie, "Neo? You surprised me!"

She giggled under her breath, refusing to let go even when he tried to turn around and greet her. She breathed in deeply, relishing the smell of his soap and the lingering food in the air. People thought she was drinking wine at some villa in the countryside somewhere, but they couldn't have been further from the truth. This was paradise, she thought. Her own little place with Jaune waiting at home for her with warm food and an even warmer smile.

Jaune laughed, the sound soft and melodic, and finally decided that he wasn't gonna stop her. Good, "Alright, fine. Hard day at work, I'm guessing?"

She waved her hand in a 'so-so' gesture. They both knew sign language, but they were familiar enough with each other that they didn't need to talk. He could read her like an open book. Well, mostly. He had no idea what her real job was. As far as he knew, she was the secretary of some secretive businessman who didn't want his identity going public. He was sad he couldn't surprise her at work with muffins, but she said it was for the best. It gave her a fat paycheck.

Jaune got two plates of food ready, but before he could set them down on the table, Neo dragged him to the couch. She set the plates on their laps and cuddled up to him, turning on the television to some cheesy slasher movie. She was never one for romance films (unless the actors got hot and heavy) and Jaune liked horror movies too. From what he told her, horror movies were banned outside the walls. Fear tended to bring Grimm sniffing. She couldn't imagine living without her horror schlock.

"You know, we really need to eat properly at the table..." Jaune said, though he didn't argue.

The slasher movie blared on the television, all screams, bad CGI blood, and the kind of over-the-top acting Neo lived for. A camp counselor stumbled into a cabin, oblivious to the masked killer looming in the background, brandishing a chainsaw. Neo curled her lip into a smug little grin. Amateurs. She could've cleared out that camp in half the time and with infinitely more style. She probably would've been scarier than some guy in a hockey mask too.

Her head rested comfortably on Jaune's shoulder, and her legs were tucked up under her, curling into his warmth like a satisfied cat. She felt him jump slightly when the killer burst through the door, revving his chainsaw, but Neo only giggled silently. If he thought this was scary, he should try sneaking into a heavily guarded mansion to steal a priceless artifact with nothing but a dagger (Hush was in the shop) and her Semblance.

As the movie played on, her thoughts drifted, as they often did, to the one beside her. Jaune Arc, her dorky, oblivious boyfriend, who had somehow wormed his way into her life and her heart. It still baffled her sometimes. How in Remnant had this boy - this tall, gangly, naive boy - managed to capture her attention?

She could still remember the day they'd met. Oh, what a mess that had been. Neo chuckled softly, shaking her head. Jaune looked down at her, curious, but she just waved him off. No need to interrupt his movie time with the tale of how he had been a complete and utter disaster back then.

Not that he'd changed much, but that was fine. Neo loved him this way.

It had been one of those rare days when she was on a break from her usual spree of chaos. She'd been sitting on a bench at the airship docks, enjoying a cone of strawberry ice cream, when she spotted him. He was standing there, holding a crumpled piece of paper that she now realized must have been his fake transcripts. He looked so out of place in the sea of confident students boarding the airship to Beacon - a nervous wreck with his oversized sword clattering awkwardly against his back.

Neo hadn't thought much of him at first. Just another wannabe Huntsman trying to play with the big kids. Propaganda was a hell of a thing. But as the minutes dragged on, it became clear that this one was special. Special in the pathetic way. The woman checking transcripts for the airship had practically laughed in his face. She didn't even try to hide it. Neo had been far enough away that she couldn't hear the exchange, but the way his shoulders slumped and his head drooped told her everything she needed to know. His pass to Beacon had been nothing more than a cheap counterfeit.

She could've left it at that. It wasn't her business. But something about him had caught her attention. Maybe it was the way he shuffled awkwardly to the side, muttering apologies to students as they brushed past him, completely ignoring his existence (well, except for one girl with white hair who looked at him like he was a bug under her shoe). Or maybe it was the way he sat on a bench after being turned away, staring down at his ridiculous sword with an expression that wasn't quite sad, but wasn't hopeful either. He'd looked...lost. Like he didn't know where to go from there.

Neo had strolled over, still licking her ice cream, just to get a closer look. There'd been something almost charming about his complete lack of guile, his open-book demeanor. He wasn't like the usual people she dealt with - the ones with agendas, the ones who thought they were clever enough to outsmart her right before Hush's tip jabbed at their throat. No, this boy was painfully, hilariously straightforward. She'd sat down beside him and tilted her head, raising an eyebrow as if to say, What's your deal?

To her surprise, he'd started talking. He rambled nervously about his dream of becoming a Huntsman, how his family didn't believe in him, how he'd thought this was his big chance to prove them all wrong. He didn't even seem to care that she wasn't responding, didn't even flinch at her pink eyes or the gleam of her parasol. He just...talked.

And she'd listened.

When he finally ran out of steam, he looked at her with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck, "Sorry," he'd said, "I don't know why I dumped all that on you. You probably don't care."

She hadn't responded, of course, but she'd smirked and held out her ice cream cone. An offering. He'd blinked at her, confused, before hesitantly taking it, "Uh...thanks?" he'd said, looking like he wasn't sure if he should eat it or run. She halfway expected him to blush about indirect kisses.

Neo had left after that, her curiosity satisfied. But she hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. There was something about his sincerity, his hopeless optimism, that stuck with her. And when she'd run into him again - by sheer coincidence, she swears - she couldn't resist toying with him a little more. Something about the embarrassed look on his face made her heart flutter. Like seeing a dog's face scrunch up when you poked its nose.

Neo's grin widened as the memories played out in her mind. Who would've thought that awkward, rejected boy at the airship docks would end up here, cooking her dinner and snuggling with her on the couch? Life was funny like that. She glanced up at Jaune, who was completely engrossed in the movie, and poked his side playfully.

"Hey!" he said, laughing as he tried to squirm away from her, "What was that for?"

Neo just shrugged, her smile widening. He had no idea how lucky he was to have her. But then again, she supposed she was pretty lucky too.

She settled deeper into Jaune's side, her gaze half-focused on the screen where the masked slasher continued his rampage. The counselor was now screaming and running in circles, bloodied but inexplicably still alive. Neo rolled her eyes. How do you miss someone that much with a chainsaw? Pathetic.

She glanced up at Jaune. His brow was furrowed, his lips slightly parted in concentration as he watched the scene unfold, completely invested in the cheesy carnage. She smirked. He was too pure for this nonsense, but she loved how he tried to keep up with her quirks.

Neo wasn't exactly swimming in trustworthy people. Her life was a revolving door of crooks, killers, and schemers - people who'd stab you in the back for a bigger slice of the pie. Even Roman, her partner-in-crime and closest thing to family, had his moments of self-serving charm. She loved him in her own way, but he lied to her. That was okay; she lied to him too sometimes. Nothing dangerous for the other, but lies all the same. Everyone in her line of work had an angle. Everyone was lying about something.

Jaune was...different. And not in the way that made her roll her eyes and scoff at someone's desperate attempts to stand out. No, he was genuinely different from anyone she'd ever known. He wasn't a liar - well, not a good one, anyway. She'd caught him fibbing before, but it was always so clumsy and obvious that it made her laugh instead of getting mad. He wasn't like Roman, who spun lies like a spider weaved webs, or any of the other criminals she'd worked with, who treated the truth like a very optional suggestion.

And he wasn't obsessed with proving himself either. No constant bragging, no posturing, no I'm the biggest badass in the room, and everyone else can bow down. That kind of nonsense had driven her up the wall during her time with Roman's "business associates." It was exhausting, being around people who measured their worth by how intimidating or conniving they could be. Roman had been the only exception, and even he liked to puff out his chest a little too much sometimes.

But Jaune? Jaune was just...Jaune. A dork with a heart too big for his own good, who didn't know when to shut up but somehow made it endearing. He was sweet and honest in a way that felt like a breath of fresh air in her otherwise polluted life. She could trust him, and that wasn't something she gave away lightly. Hell, she'd been stabbed in the back so many times she was practically a pincushion. Trust wasn't a luxury she afforded most people. The only one she gave that to was Roman.

But Jaune? She'd trust him with her life, even if he could still barely use that sword of his.

Neo's lips twitched into a small smile. She was a bad bitch - the bad bitch, to hear some people tell it. A liar, a thief, a killer...and yet here she was, curled up with her dork of a boyfriend, watching a terrible horror movie and feeling more at peace than she ever thought possible. She didn't deserve this, not by a long shot, but that didn't mean she'd give it up. The world wasn't fair. So what if she didn't deserve a happy ending? She'd still take it.

He was innocent, and she loved that about him. The world hadn't tainted him the way it had her. He didn't have blood on his hands, didn't have skeletons in his closet rattling to get out. He was her anchor, her one connection to something good and wholesome in a world that had otherwise shown her nothing but cruelty and she'd been just as cruel back.

She nudged him with her elbow, earning a curious look, "What's up?" he asked, his voice warm and tinged with concern, "You okay?"

Neo smirked and shrugged, leaning her head back against his shoulder. She was fine. Better than fine, really. But she wasn't about to say that out loud. Let him figure it out on his own - he usually did. For now, she was content to enjoy the movie, the warmth of his presence, and the quiet knowledge that, somehow, she'd managed to snag herself the one decent person in this godforsaken world.

She'd kill anyone who tried to take him from her.

Neo reclined on the couch, her head resting against Jaune's shoulder as the credits for the slasher movie rolled on the television. Their empty plates sat on the coffee table in front of them, forgotten as she basked in the warmth of his presence. He looked so content, so peaceful, stretched out next to her with his legs splayed lazily, his arm draped along the back of the couch like he didn't have a care in the world.

Too peaceful.

Neo's lips curled into a conniving smirk as she shifted slightly, her eyes glinting with mischief. She turned her gaze up to him, watching as he absentmindedly fiddled with the remote, debating what to watch next. She loved how relaxed he was, but she loved shaking him out of that comfort even more.

Without a sound, she slipped her hand under the blanket they'd draped over their laps. Jaune didn't notice at first, too distracted by his indecision between two cheesy horror sequels, until her fingers brushed against the waistband of his jeans. He froze, "N-Neo?" His voice cracked slightly, and he glanced down at her with wide, startled eyes. She didn't answer, of course. She rarely needed to. Her smirk said everything as her fingers deftly slipped past the fabric, cupping him through the thin barrier of his boxers.

Jaune jumped, his entire body stiffening under her touch, "H-Hey, what are you-" His words dissolved into a shaky breath as her hand moved with deliberate precision, teasing him in slow, calculated strokes. She felt his dick harden beneath her palm, his body betraying him despite the flustered protests that tumbled from his lips. He always protested and he always gave up. It was like he knew she enjoyed turning his protests into pleas for more.

"Neo..." he whispered, his tone caught somewhere between pleading and surrender. He glanced toward the TV, as if the empty room were suddenly full of eyes watching them, "W-We're on the couch..."

She tilted her head up at him, her smirk widening as if to say, And? It was her couch, she could do whatever and whoever she wanted on it. She adored the way his blush deepened, spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He was always so adorably shy when she took control, and it only made her want to push him further.

Her hand slipped fully into his boxers now, fingers wrapping around his erect cock. Jaune let out a shaky gasp, his head falling back against the couch as she began to stroke him in earnest. She didn't rush, savoring every twitch, every hitch in his breath, every futile attempt to suppress the soft sounds escaping him. His cheeks were flushed and she was hypnotized by the way his his adam's apple bobbed, trying to hold back his moans.

Jaune's hand gripped the edge of the couch like it was a lifeline, his knuckles whitening as he fought to hold himself together, "Neo," he groaned, his voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, "I-I can't...the plates...the- "

Neo rolled her eyes playfully, her free hand coming up to press a single finger against his lips. Shhh, it told him. There was no room for protest, not that she ever allowed it. Her strokes quickened just enough to elicit another soft, broken moan from him, and she grinned at the way his body shivered in response.

She loved this. The power she had over him, the way she could unravel him so effortlessly, so completely. He was hers in every sense of the word, and moments like this made her savor that fact. It wasn't just about the physical intimacy - though she thoroughly enjoyed that - it was about the trust, the vulnerability he showed her. She was a bad person, a terrible person, but with Jaune? She could be soft, playful, even tender. And he let her.

"Neo..." he tried again, his voice barely above a whisper now, but she silenced him with another firm stroke, her thumb brushing teasingly against the tip that was already leaking pre. His hips bucked involuntarily, and she grinned as she felt him trembling under her touch.

She wasn't going to stop - not until she had him completely undone. But this wasn't the end goal. No, this was just the beginning. She could feel his restraint crumbling, his body betraying his every attempt to hold back, and it thrilled her. When he finally broke, when he gave in to her completely, she would have him exactly where she wanted him.

Her hand slowed slightly, teasing him just enough to keep him on edge, before she leaned up to press her lips against his jaw. He gasped at the contact, his head tilting instinctively to give her better access. She nipped at the sensitive skin there, her teeth grazing lightly, and felt his breath hitch once more. She kissed her way up to his lips and then slipped her tongue into his mouth, biting and sucking hungrily, trying to draw more and more sounds from him.

"You're impossible," he muttered when she pulled back for air, his voice low and breathless, but she could hear the affection laced in his tone. She just smirked against his neck, her hand never faltering as she continued her relentless assault.

By the time she was done with him, there would be no peace left on this couch. Only Jaune, completely at her mercy. Neo's smirk only grew wider as she felt Jaune trembling under her touch, his breath hitching and his body shifting restlessly against the couch. She adored the blush that painted his cheeks, the soft, broken sounds he made as he tried and failed to hold himself back. He was such an open book, so easily unraveled under her skilled hands, and it thrilled her to no end.

But then, something shifted. Jaune's hand shot up, gripping her shoulder with surprising firmness, and before she could fully register what was happening, he moved. In one fluid motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him with a mix of urgency and determination that made her heart race.

Neo let out a soft, surprised gasp, quickly followed by a shudder of pure excitement. Her mismatched eyes widened slightly before narrowing in delighted mischief, her lips curling into a knowing grin. She loved dominating Jaune, bending him to her will with just a look or a touch, but there was something equally intoxicating about moments like this - when his restraint snapped and he took control.

She cooed softly, tilting her head back against the couch as she gazed up at him, her petite frame dwarfed by his imposing presence. He loomed over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light from the TV, his blond hair messy and his blue eyes darkened with an intensity that sent a thrill down her spine. The size difference between them was stark, and Neo found herself reveling in it. Where she was small and compact, barely reaching his chest when they stood side by side, Jaune was all height and muscle, towering over her with an effortless strength that made her shiver. The training she gave him was doing wonders.

His hands were steady now, his earlier hesitation gone as he held her in place. She felt her pulse quicken as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "If you're going to tease me like that, Neo, you better be ready for what comes next."

Oh, she was ready. More than ready. Her breath hitched as he pulled back just enough to start shimmying out of his jeans and boxers, his movements deliberate but no less urgent. Her eyes flicked downward, and when he finally kicked the last of his clothes to the floor, she couldn't stop the soft, appreciative hum that escaped her lips.

Nine inches. Every time she saw him like this, it was a reminder of just how much there was to Jaune Arc. His size was intimidating in the best way, his cock standing proudly against his toned stomach, already flushed and throbbing with need. For someone as small as she was, the sight alone was exhilarating, and her mind raced with possibilities as she took him in.

She licked her lips, her eyes shining with excitement as she shifted slightly beneath him. Her hands came up to trail over his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles with featherlight touches that made him shiver. She ghosted her fingertips over his nipples, her smirk widening as her hands slid lower, teasing him even further. The size difference between them was delicious, and she relished every second of it.

Jaune leaned down, caging her in with his arms as his lips found hers, capturing her in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. She melted against him, her petite frame practically disappearing beneath his larger one as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She could feel him, hot and hard against her, and it sent a wave of anticipation coursing through her.

"Neo..." he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. She shuddered at the sound, her hands slipping down to his hips to urge him forward. She always enjoyed seeing this side of him: the Jaune who let go of his inhibitions, who stopped worrying about whether he was doing things right and just took her.

As he shifted his weight, positioning himself against her, Neo's smirk softened into something more affectionate, though no less teasing. She reached up, her fingers brushing against his jaw as she gave him a look that said, What are you waiting for?

Neo's eyes gleamed with excitement as she gazed up at Jaune, her smirk never faltering. He was still hovering over her, his broad shoulders and toned body casting a shadow over her smaller frame. She loved the way he looked at her in moments like this, his usual shy demeanor replaced with something raw and commanding. It sent a thrill down her spine, made her heart race in a way she would've admitted out loud if she could talk.

She shuddered in delight as Jaune continued to lean over her, his towering frame casting her petite one in shadow. She adored this dynamic, the way he could so easily envelop her with his sheer size and strength when he let go of his usual hesitation. And tonight, it seemed, he wasn't holding back at blue eyes locked onto hers, his voice low and commanding in a way that made her want more.

"Get on your knees, Neo," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument, "Suck it."

Her smirk widened immediately. Without hesitation, Neo slid off the couch, her movements fluid and feline as she settled on her knees between his spread legs. The size difference between them was even more pronounced now, with Jaune towering above her, his impressive cock just inches from her face, the smell of his musk hitting her at full force. She licked her lips, her mismatched eyes flicking up to meet his as her hands came up to rest lightly on his thighs.

For a moment, she just took him in, savoring the sight of him. His flushed skin, his chest rising and falling with anticipation, the way he looked down at her with a mix of dominance and barely-contained desire. She loved knowing she could bring out this side of him, that she could push him to take control, to demand what he wanted without holding back. The Jaune who was putty in her hands and the one who ordered her around. She adored them both.

Neo leaned forward, pressing a featherlight kiss to the tip of his cock, her eyes never leaving his. She enjoyed teasing him, watching the way his jaw tightened and his hands flexed at his sides as he fought to stay composed. But this time, she wouldn't make him wait too long. She wanted this as much as he did.

Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head before sliding lower. She moaned softly around him, the sound vibrating against his skin as she began to move, her pace slow and deliberate. She wanted to savor every moment, to feel the way he twitched and throbbed against her tongue, the way his hands finally found their way to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as he guided her movements.

Jaune let out a shaky breath, his hips jerking slightly as she took him deeper, "Neo..." he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. She smirked around him, adoring the way her name came out as both a plea and a command.

Her hands joined in, one stroking the base of his cock in time with her movements, the other sliding up to rest against his hip for thigh. She was fully focused on him now, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the rhythm, in the way he filled her mouth, in the sounds he made as she worked him over.

"Good girl," Jaune murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill racing through her. The praise only spurred her on and she quickened her pace, her tongue and lips working him with practiced precision. His grip on her hair tightened slightly, and she felt him tense, his breathing growing heavier as she pushed him closer to the edge. But she wasn't ready for him to finish just yet. She wanted to draw this out, to savor every moment of having him at her mercy.

Reluctantly, she pulled back, letting him slip from her mouth with a soft pop. She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips swollen and glistening, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she caught her breath. She reached up, her fingers curling around his length as she stroked him slowly, teasingly.

'Not done yet,' she mouthed silently, her eyes glinting with wicked amusement. Jaune groaned, his hands flexing against her scalp as he tried to regain control of himself. She wasn't stopping until he was completely undone, until he had nothing left to give her. And judging by the way he looked down at her, his blue eyes dark with need, he was more than ready for it.

Neo didn't miss a beat, taking him back into her mouth with practiced ease. Her lips stretched around his thick cock as she moved in a steady, deliberate rhythm, savoring the way he filled her completely, the taste of his dick lingering on her tongue. She lived for moments like this, when the power dynamic shifted between them at the drop of a hat. Her fingers gripped his thighs as she worked, and though her body trembled with excitement, she kept her focus entirely on him.

Jaune, for his part, didn't hold back. His hands tightened in her hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, and she shivered at the roughness. He wasn't asking anymore - he was taking, guiding her movements as he thrust gently into her mouth. Neo's heart raced as she relished the way he lost himself in her, his groans and hitched breaths filling the room. He sounded like an animal in heat.

"Take it all, Neo," he muttered, his voice rough and commanding, making her moan around him. The vibration only seemed to spur him on, his grip on her hair tightening as he pushed her down further. She complied eagerly, letting him control her pace as she relaxed her throat, taking him deeper until her nose was pressed against his groin. One of the first things she told him before they fucked for the first time was that she didn't have a gag reflex. Oh, she didn't miss the way his dick twitched at that.

The size and the heat of him drove her wild. Her nails dug into his thighs as he kept her there for a moment, savoring the way her throat clenched around him before letting her pull back just enough to catch her breath. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock as she gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of pure adoration. The only pure thing about her, really.

Jaune's gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, the intensity between them was electric. Then, with a growl, he pulled her back down, guiding her with firm hands as he began to move again. His hips thrust forward in tandem with the pull of her mouth, and Neo couldn't stop the muffled moans that escaped her, even as tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the sheer force of it.

He was close now; she could feel it in the way his movements grew more urgent, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, "Neo...I'm gonna-" he trailed off, his words dissolving into a broken groan as he held her head firmly in place, pushing her down to the base.

When he came, he buried himself deep, the warmth of his release flooding her mouth. Neo moaned softly, her tongue moving against him as she swallowed greedily, savoring every drop. She made a point to look him in the eyes the entire time, her gaze steady and full of satisfaction as she worked her throat to take all of him. The taste of his seed - the slightly bittersweet flavor - was a familiar one, and yet she never got tired of it.

Jaune's grip on her hair didn't loosen until he was completely spent, his body trembling as he finally let her pull back. Neo swallowed the last of him with a soft, contented hum, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she licked him clean. Her tonge lapped at the underside of his still-erect cock, the pillar of cockmeat hanging across her face it belonged there. To think, this was the same guy who'd been so shy less than an hour ago.

She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze once more, "Damn it, Neo," Jaune muttered, his voice hoarse as he looked down at her, a mixture of awe and disbelief in his eyes, "You're...unbelievable."

She grinned silently, reaching up to tug at his wrist, encouraging him to lean down toward her. When he did, she pulled him into a kiss (Jaune didn't mind, another thing she loved about him), her lips warm and soft against his as if to remind him exactly who he belonged to. She might've been on her knees for him, but they both knew she was always in control - except for when she let him take it, Andd oh, how she relished it when he did.

Neo pulled back slightly, her grin turning wicked as her fingers trailed down his chest, her touch light and teasing. She wasn't done with him yet. Not even close. She rose slowly to her feet, the predatory gleam in her eyes fixed on Jaune. He was still catching his breath, leaning back against the couch, his flushed skin glistening faintly in the dim light. She enjoyed seeing him like this - disheveled, undone, and completely at her mercy.

But now it was time to take things further.

Her smirk deepened as she reached for the hem of her sweater, tugging it up and over her head with a slow, deliberate motion that sent his eyes following her every move. She relished the way his gaze darkened, his hands twitching at his sides as though he was fighting the urge to reach out and pull her back down to him. She shook her head, her lips puckerd. She wasn't going to make this easy for him. Not yet.

Piece by piece, Neo undressed, letting each article of clothing fall to the floor with languid grace. Her pants slid down her hips, leaving her in nothing but her underwear, a sensual pair of dark lace that had his cock throbbing with want. She licked her lips slowly, taking the two last pieces of fabric away to expose her breasts and lower lips. She stood before him completely bare, her petite, voluptuous frame on full display, a picture of confident, unapologetic sensuality.

Jaune's eyes roamed over her, his lips parted as though he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. She shuddered at his look - the raw, unfiltered hunger in his gaze, the way he seemed mesmerized by her every move. It was a silent reminder that she held all the power, even when she was the one standing completely bare.

With deliberate care, she climbed back onto the couch, reclining against the cushions as she stretched herself out. Her legs spread slowly, invitingly, her hands trailing down her body to rest just above the apex of her thighs. Her eyes locked onto Jaune's, the invitation clear in her gaze, her smirk widening as if to say, Come and get me.

Jaune didn't need to be told twice.

He moved with a sense of urgency now, his earlier fatigue completely gone. His hands were on her in an instant, gripping her thighs as he positioned himself between them. She shivered under his touch, her breath hitching as his fingers dug into her soft skin, his strength and size a delicious contrast to her own petite frame.

"Neo," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He leaned over her, his body towering over hers as his lips found hers in another heated, desperate kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, urging him on. He guided himself to her entrance, his eyes searching hers for a moment of silent confirmation. Her smirk softened, and she gave a small, deliberate nod, her hips shifting toward him in encouragement.

That was all he needed.

Jaune pressed into her slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching her in a way that made her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. The heat and size of him filled her completely, and she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips as he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against hers.

For a moment, neither of them moved, both lost in the overwhelming sensation of being so intimately connected. Then, with a soft groan, Jaune began to push, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building a steady rhythm that left her trembling beneath him.

Neo's head tilted back against the couch, her body arching to meet his every movement. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and she let out a series of soft, breathy moans that only seemed to spur him on. He gripped her hips firmly, his pace quickening as he lost himself in her, his restraint slipping further with every thrust.

She loved this - loved the way he took her with such raw, unrestrained passion, the way he filled her completely and left her breathless. Her hands roamed over his back, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she clung to him, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

"Mmm..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper but heavy with affection and desire. He groaned in response, his lips finding her neck as he pressed fevered kisses against her skin, his hips driving into her with increasing urgency.

Neo's smirk returned, even as her body shuddered beneath him. This was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed. And judging by the way he held her so tightly, the way he moved with such determination, she knew he felt the same.

Jaune's movements became more erratic, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the overwhelming heat and closeness between them. Neo felt every powerful thrust, her body arching to meet his, her legs tightening around his waist as she urged him deeper. Her nails raked lightly down his back, leaving faint, red trails on his flushed skin.

She was in bliss - pure, unfiltered bliss. Every inch of her body hummed with pleasure, and she relished every second of Jaune's focus, the way his hands gripped her hips like she was the only thing grounding him, the way he whispered her name like a prayer between gasping breaths. He wasn't just having her; he was cherishing her, and that made all the difference.

"Neo..." he groaned, his voice low and thick with desire. She opened her eyes - half-lidded and clouded with pleasure - and smirked up at him, her expression one of pure satisfaction. Her hands cupped his face, pulling him down for another kiss as he continued to move inside her. She could feel him reaching his limit, his movements becoming more desperate, and the thought sent another shiver of excitement through her.

She leaned up against his ear and moaned, shameless and loud. The sound was the last straw. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself insider her completely, his hips pressing firmly against hers as he let out a low, guttural groan. Neo gasped, her head tilting back against the cushions as she felt the warmth of him spilling inside her. It was a safe day, and she knew there was nothing to worry about, so she let herself bask in the sensation, in the intimacy of the moment.

She felt his cock twitch as he unloaded everything he had, coating her inner walls white with his seed. She shut her eyes tight and focused on the sensation as she came too, spilling her own cum against the couch under them both. She'd need to buy a new one. This was the third time this week they'd done it here.

Her body trembled beneath him, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist as her fingers gripped his shoulders. A soft, blissful groan escaped her lips, and she found herself drooling slightly as her head lolled to the side, her eyes half-lidded and hazy. She looked utterly wrecked, completely undone, and she loved it. She loved him.

Jaune leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath. His hands loosened their grip on her hips, sliding up to cradle her face gently, his thumbs brushing against her flushed cheeks, "Neo," he murmured, his voice soft and full of warmth, "I...I love you so damn much."

Her smirk softened, and she reached up to brush his hair out of his face, her fingers threading through the messy, sweaty blond strands. She didn't need words to respond; the look in her eyes said everything. She loved him too. More than she ever thought she could love anyone besides Roman. Jaune was different. Roman was her family, her partner-in-crime. But Jaune? He was her anchor, living proof that she wasn't just Neopolitan, the chaos bringer of Vale. She could love and be loved.

Jaune pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, each one slow and lingering, as if he was savoring every second with her. Neo's arms slipped around his neck, pulling him closer as she melted into him, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their passion.

For a while, they just stayed like that, tangled together on the couch, their breathing steadying as the world outside faded away. Neo hummed softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back, her heart (and snatch...) full in a way she hadn't thought possible.

This was her Jaune. Her sweet, dorky, perfect Jaune. And in his arms, she felt safe, loved, and completely at peace. And if anyone tried to take him from her, she'd fucking destroy all of Vale to get him back. That was a promise.