For the Plot - Blake x Jaune smut

Just something that came to me. Another Blake smut work. She's really easy to use for NSFW stuff, huh? Anyway, hope you guys like it.

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How the hell did he end up here?

That was the thought that ran through Jaune Arc's mind as he sat across a half-naked Blake Belladonna. The Cat Faunus' long, toned legs were spread wide, exposing her shaved quim to him. Jaune gulped down the spit pooling in his mouth and watched, utterly enchanted, as she lowered her right hand between the walls of pale muscle. She did it slowly, her arm seeming to move in slow motion as her long, slender fingers traced along the skin of her stomach till they reached her entrance.

Blake's plush lips parted open and she let out a soft moan, "Mmh~" The sound was soft, and yet it felt all too deafening in the confines of the small clubroom. He couldn't tear his eyes away at the sight of her fingers delicately rubbing at her slit. She was just teasing herself, but to him, she might as well have gotten on her knees and offered to suck his cock.

He wondered again how he got to this situation.

It all started off so innocently. Beacon, like any educational institution, had clubs. It was meant to foster a sense of independence and give the students a break from their lessons. He'd had clubs back in his old school too, though he never joined. Back then, he was just obsessed with becoming a Huntsman, and there were no clubs in school about that. The closest thing was a sports club, but they were all about those niche things like basketball or volleyball. Who cared about that kind of stuff when arena fights were everywhere?

Surprisingly, the rest of his friends had joined various clubs too. Some of them were obvious - Ruby in the gunsmithing club, Yang in vehicular engineering, Weiss in the student council (he didn't even know Beacon had one), and Ren in tea ceremony. Others, not so much. Pyrrha went into home economics and Nora, of all people, went to debate club.

(She told him later that she thought they settled their debates with actual clubs, but she stayed anyway).

Blake was one of the expected ones. She joined the literature club...or rather, she made one. It turned out that not a single student in a campus of hundreds wanted to spend their time reading. There were at least half a dozen people in the tea ceremony club, but a book club? No dice.

He'd overheard Team RWBY discussing Blake's worries about it being disbanded. The only members were her and some girl called Ilia, who Jaune was pretty sure didn't exist since she hadn't shown up once since he joined. Clubs needed at least three members not to be disbanded and it was obvious Blake was worried that she couldn't find a third. She tried, which was pretty big considering her usual reticence, but she'd had no luck. The rest of their friends gave her their sympathies but said that they couldn't help even if they wanted to. Beacon had rules about quitting clubs and instantly jumping to a new one.

So, Jaune joined the club. He figured he could help out a sort-of friend and get a place to read comic books and other stuff. Blake had been ecstatic...well, she smiled slightly at him and said thank you, which was whooping and hollering by Blake standards.

The problems, if you could call them that, began during their first meeting. A club leader, Blake often suggested books that all two members (he still didn't think that Ilia girl existed) could read. It was inoffensive enough at first. She suggested one of her books for him to read and he accepted. It was nice fictional story about a man who had two souls and how the two different individuals struggled with a life suddenly joined.

There were risque scenes, of course, but they had a lot of drama baked in. The guilt the second spirit felt as he found himself falling in love with the first spirit's estranged wife led to a really tasteful scene, at least in his opinion. He preferred heroic and idealistic stories, but a good drama never hurt.

But then the books...changed. More and more explicit scenes started cropping up. There were still plots in the books, as paper-thin as they were, so he initially disregarded it as just a coincidence, but eventually, even the excuse plots stopped and she was just flat out handing him porn. A guy was getting his dick sucked on the first page and the next twenty were all about the myriad of ways the two 'characters' could fuck. He didn't even know their names till the halfway mark, which was both stupid and impressive.

Of course, when he called Blake out on it.

"You just don't understand the intricacies of the plot." She sniffed.

"I know I've learned a dozen different ways to say cock on this book alone." Jaune snorted back, "They had an orgy during in an active battlefield. People were literally dying all around them while they fucked!"

"It's meant to juxtapose the beginning of a new life with all the death that surrounds them!"

"Oh yeah, I'm really feeling the miracle of life while a guy screws this girl's butt with his thirteen-inch cock. Seriously, how?"

Arguments like that were commonplace in the clubroom as days passed. It was never really heated, and in some ways, they both looked forward to it. He made fun of her nonsensical sex scenes and she made up contrived ways to explain how they were actually deep and symbolic. He had to admit, he was impressed with how she managed to stretch every single little thing. Who knew hardcore anal sex represented a couple's reluctance to commit to one another?

And then...

"Ha~" Jaune was knocked out of his stupor as Blake slowly, finally inserted a single pale digit into her moist entrance. This wasn't the first time she'd done this. The first time it happened was a week ago. The two of them were reading up yet another porn book she'd given him 'for the plot' when she'd suddenly slipped her hand down her shorts. She hadn't said a word or even seemed to care that he was in the room. Their eyes met and she silently dared him to say something or leave.

He didn't. He just kept quiet and looked as her hands moved unseen beneath the white fabric. It didn't take her long to bring herself to climax. There was no scream or announcement about how she was cumming. Instead, she'd bitten her lips and he watched as clear fluid stained her shorts and dripped down the length of her purple stockings.

Neither of them said a word to one another afterward. Blake left after slamming the book shut while Jaune was forced to make his way back to his (thankfully empty) dorm room while haunched over. He never told anyone on his team what she did, and Blake didn't say anything either.

She did start masturbating again the next day.

A week later and here they were, "Ngh~" Blake pumped the singular finger in and out of her snatch at a languid pace. Jaune gritted his teeth and tried to focus on the book, but that didn't help at all considering it was another porno. This one was about a princess who'd had her kingdom deposed by a strapping young rebel leader. Her father had been a tyrant and she was closely following in his footsteps. She'd already sentenced those who dared complain to harsh imprisonment.

He didn't want to admit it, but the princess reminded him of Weiss.

"Ah~" Jaune's eyes were drawn to her chest when her other hand - the one that had been holding onto a book until now - deftly unbuttoned her dark blouse to expose her tits. She wasn't wearing a bra, he noted dumbly. Without taking her eyes off him for even a second, she started twisting her pert, pink nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She bit her lower lip and a whining sound passed through her pursed lips.

Fuck. Jaune didn't know whether to scream or..or something. His cock strained against his jeans, aching and begging for release. He was tempted to just leave and 'take care' of himself when she finally spoke, "Jaune...keep reading."

"Wh-What?" His voice was weak and thick with desire.

"Keep...reading..." She pinched her nipple hard.

He didn't know why, but he raised the book again and read the passage aloud, "Let go of me you, vile brute. The princess s-struggled against the scarred, strong arms of the rebel leader as he dragged her like she weighed nothing. To think she would suffer such indignity! She was the princess, the one who would be queen, and yet now she was being dragged about as if she was no more than a worthless peasant. Her blood burned in rage even as she felt lightheaded from the stench of sweat, blood and leather."

He kept reading as the princess was dragged to her chambers and the 'heroic' rebel had his way with her. It was okay since she was a brat and she eventually enjoyed it. Even now, a part of him couldn't help but roll his eyes at the poor plot.

Jaune nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt a hand on his knee. He looked down past the thick porn novel and his eyes widened at the sight of an almost naked Blake kneeling down in front of him. He didn't get the chance to say anything before she gently pushed his legs apart and slotted herself between them, "Keep reading..." she murmured, her hand inhing up his right leg towards the obvious tent in his crotch, "What happened to the princess?"

"U-Uh, I..." Jaune gulped as her hand inched up before suddenly stopping. The look in her eyes was an unsaid message: keep reading or I'll stop, "Th-The princess was...forced on her knees and gaped up as the criminal shamelessly took off his trousers. His...mighty sword, easily fifteen inches in length- okay, seriously?"

"Shut up and keep reading if you want me to suck your dick."

Well...couldn't argue with that, could he?

"The princess gaped at the sight of the towering pillar of cock. She'd never seen one before in her life, and now she was face to face with it, close enough that she could smell its musk, see the angry purple veins that lined his skin. She wanted to turn away, to scream at him for daring to show her such a vulgar sight, and yet she found herself unable to speak."

Jaune's hands trembled as Blake slowly lowered the zipper of his jeans. The sound felt deafening to his ears, and when she slipped her hand through his boxers, she pulled out a respectable eight-inch rod with her slightly calloused hands.

"Always thought about doing this, the rebel said. Before the princess could utter a word, he grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her close till her face was pressed up against the length. Her soft cheek squished against the warm skin and she squeaked at how hot it felt. He had always thought she was beautiful - the whole kingdom did - but there was a demon under that angel's face. That pretty mouth of hers would've been better if she didn't talk."

Blake didn't hesitate. Without any warning, she opened her mouth and swallowed all eight inches of his rod without any sign that it bothered her. Jaune almost dropped the book entirely at that. He'd had dreams, of course. Most of them were about Weiss, but Yang, Blake, and sometimes even Nora showed up too. Not Ruby and Pyrrha, though. That would've been weird.

Having Blake on her knees giving him a blowjob was a rare fantasy, one that he couldn't imagine actually happening. And yet here he was, legs spread with her bobbing up and down his length like it was nothing. He bit his lower lip and tried to focus on the book again, "The princess choked on the p-pillar of cockmeat. He'd shoved it in without a care and the sides of her eyes teared up from the strain. It was barely half inside and it already felt too much."

"This is where you belong. Just another whore with your mouth stuffed with cock, the rebel said with a sneer. The princess choked and sobbed as he pushed and pulled her as if she was nothing to a toy. She'd lost everything. Her father, her role, her kingdom, and now she was nothing more than a source of sexual release for this beast. And yet despite that, a burning heat bloomed in her face and she found herself struggling less and less..."

Down below, Blake continued to bob on his cock. Her left hand braced itself against his knee while her right hand was between her own legs. Two fingers pumped in and out of her sopping-wet pussy. It wasn't slow this time. She did it quickly, her fingers coated with her fluids as they pushed and pulled.

And through it all, she never stopped looking at him. Golden eyes seemed to stare through his red, panting face. The book had slipped from his grasp, but neither of them cared at this point. Jaune panted shamelessly and grabbed onto the top of Blake's head. He didn't shove her down despite how tempted he was, but his hands remained anyway. Her cat ears twitched and she hummed. He could've sworn there was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"B-Blake, I'm..."

She hummed again and sucked harder, making no move to pull away. Jaune let out a groan as he finally came. One, two, three shots of his hot seed pumped out of his twitching member. Blake took it all like a pro, gulping down every single spurt without a single drop wasted. Through blurry eyes, he barely noticed that she came as well. Drops of her cum hit the floor even as she continued to pump in and out in a frenzy.

It was only when they both finally finished that she pulled back. Blake separated from his cock with a loud pop, a bridge of saliva briefly connecting her mouth to the head of his cock. The smallest drop of cum slipped past her lips before she quickly licked it clean.

If he hadn't just cum, he was sure the sight would've gotten him eager already.

"...You need to get better at focusing," Blake said. The fact that she was almost completely naked and just swallowed his semen didn't seem to phase her in the least, "You stopped reading at the end."

"Well, I was kinda distracted!" Jaune shot back.

"Excuses, excuses. Guess we'll have to keep trying till you learn how to control yourself." He almost laughed at that. The girl who'd been masturbating in front of him for a week was asking him to control himself? He would've said something, but the fact that she said they'd do this again kept his mouth shut.

"So...same time tomorrow?"

"It's the same time it always is, Jaune." She smirked slightly and turned around, exposing her bare ass to him. There were rumors about the 'bellabooty' all over campus, and just from what he saw right now, it did not disappoint, "Maybe when you learn to control yourself, we can do more than foreplay." She looked back at him and smirked.

His cock twitched at the offer. He didn't know why no one else joined the club, and he didn't care. All he knew was that he was so damn lucky he was here now.