Honkers 012

Yang was a nervous wreck.

It was ridiculous. They’d already fucked, and she’d already sucked his cock a bunch of times, and all manner of other stuff, and yet this is what was making her have a breakdown?

Fresh out of the shower, Yang stared at her reflection in the mirror. Hair wrapped up in a towel, there was no hiding the apprehension clouding her eyes, her tummy rolling end over end, filled with butterflies.

It was the night of her date and she was beginning to panic.

She didn’t get it. It was just a date! A date at an admittedly high end restaurant, but a date nonetheless! This wasn’t her first go around! She’d been on plenty of dates, and none of those made her feel like she wanted to throw up.

What was so special about this one?

Because they’d had sex? That was supposed to happen after. They’d done everything back to front, so her nerves were illogical. They were going to dress up and go out, get a bite to eat and then… probably have sex. Most definitely. Jaune would no doubt expect it and Yang… well, she expected it as well. That’s why she got such kick ass lingerie! To knock his socks off!

And yet…

Yang took a deep, steadying breath, holding it for several seconds before exhaling slowly. She repeated this several times, closing her eyes as she told herself, “This is nothing. You’re Yang Xiao Long, the most beautiful, most awesome, most amazing woman in the world. You can handle this. You’re going to pretty yourself up and he isn’t going to know what hit him. He’ll be putty in your hand.”

Yeah, right. As if Jaune hadn’t already proved that he was the one in control, not her. But she didn’t care. Fuck it. So what if he was the one in control? That didn’t mean she couldn’t talk herself up.

A hand banged on the door.

“Still alive in there?” Ruby called out teasingly.

“Fuck off,” she swore, and she heard her little sister giggle up a storm.

“Language,” Weiss snapped, the door rattling as she kicked it.

“Do you need some help?” Blake asked.

“Who do you think I am?” she asked, voice tight.

They knew about the date because of course they did. It was impossible to hide and they were all very happy for her. So long as they didn’t know about the other stuff, Yang didn’t care. If they found out about that, then it was over.

Yang heard them whispering amongst themselves but ignored them, instead inspecting her body. A trim, tight stomach set below a pair of magnificent tits, her skin was pale but healthy, lush with youth. Removing the towel from her hair, damp strands fell across her shoulders, prompting her to reach for the hair drier. First things first, she needed to tame her mane and ensure it was soft, vibrant and perfect.

As much as she loved her tits, her hair was her best feature.

She began the long process of drying it out, humming under her breath as the familiar routine helped to calm her nerves. As the strands dried, they lightened and looked more like spun gold, illuminated beneath the bathroom light.

Her new underwear had been set out, and so when her hair was done, she pulled on the cute panties, admiring the way the half-cut cupped her pert behind before putting on the camisole corset, the cups framing her breasts perfectly. Grinning at how amazing she looked in it, she pulled on the stockings, rolling them up her calves slowly, relishing the feeling of the soft material against her skin. Pulling the suspenders up, she attached them to the camisole.

She looked drop dead gorgeous. Naturally. Yang didn’t know why she’d been so nervous anyway. Look at her!

Her gown was a soft lilac in color, a perfect match for her eyes. It was on the more conservative side, only a hint of her shoulders exposed, as well as her arms. Satin hugged her figure gently, highlighting her narrow waist and flared hips, a healthy slit exposing her stockinged leg with only a small glimpse of the suspender. Her heels were a touch darker, more in line with her underwear, and when she stepped into them, it added an inch in height.

Next was her makeup.

A hint of foundation and blush, to make her cheeks come alive. Eyeliner to bring out the lilac of her irises, and mascara to lengthen and thicken her lashes. A gentle application of violet eyeshadow gave the shape of her eyes a dramatic look, an illusion, appearing wider, fuller.

Fuck, she really was hot shit.

Next were her lips, Yang applying a glossy lipstick that was more like a balm, bringing out the natural color of her pink lips. Smacking them together, Yang admired how full they looked. They’d look amazing wrapped around his fat cock.

Yang shook her head, heat filling her head. What was wrong with her? One moment she was panicking, and then the next, she was imagining having Jaune’s long, hard shaft pulsing between her lips, his heavy load gushing over her tongue. A whiplash of emotions, it left her feeling a little flustered.

After her lips, she focused on her nails, painting them a gentle purple to match her color scheme. They glittered as she carefully waved her hand, helping the polish dry before putting the finishing touches on her hair, applying some spray and puffing it up, her golden curls spilling down her back.

Her eyes then settled on a small velvet box, her nerves pushed into the background. Reaching out, she opened it, a pair of pretty but simple gem studded earrings meeting her eyes. Familiar and meaningful, these had belonged to Summer Rose, her mother. She hadn’t been one to wear much jewelry, but these had been her favorite, and after her death, her father had passed them along to her and Ruby, to use whenever they wished.

Slipping them on, she admired them in the mirror, glinting as she turned her head. It was almost as if her mother was with her, and suddenly, she felt self assured, confident.

She was going on a date.

With Jaune Arc.

She didn’t bother lying to herself. She was excited. No matter how their relationship had started, no matter that they did everything backwards. He was taking her out, and she wanted things to go well. They were compatible, sexually. She’d learned more about herself than maybe she liked, but Jaune had brought that out in her. And… he was handsome, and nice, and a good friend to Ruby, and even though he was blackmailing her, she could forgive him…

...Yang sighed.

She had a feeling she’d messed up somewhere along the way, but in the best way possible.

He also had a really big dick. It was a small detail – hah, as if – but Yang found that she kinda liked that he was hung like a horse. Even if every sexual encounter felt like she was going into battle. His cock was not an adversary to take lightly.

She was all kinds of messed up, but she didn’t give a shit any more. If she had to be a hot mess, she’d be Jaune’s hot mess.

She applied a few sprays of a new perfume she’d picked up when she went shopping for her dress, a rich, vibrant orange blossom that made Yang inhale deeply. She dabbed some of it on her wrists, and then after a brief moment of hesitation, she pulled open the slit of her dress and dabbed some on her thighs.

She was ready.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, all conversation died. Ruby’s eyes lit up while Weiss gave her a once over before nodding in approval. Blake stared at her, a little like she was a defenseless piece of fish, and that more than anything made Yang stand taller.

Oh yeah, she’d hit the nail on the head.

“You’re wearing mom’s earrings,” Ruby whispered, and Yang smiled gently, nodding.

“I am.”

“They look gorgeous on you,” her little sister, her silver eyes glittering. “Mom would be happy.”

Damn it, Ruby. Did she have to get all sappy on her? If she did that shit, it was going to make her cry.

“You look lovely, Yang,” Weiss said with genuine warmth. “Very classy – I must admit, that is an unexpected but pleasant surprise.”

“Hey…”

What did she mean by that, exactly?

Weiss’ lips twitched. “You are too easy sometimes.”

Wait, was she messing with her? Little miss prissy heiress?

Yang scowled. “Very funny. I think you look horrible, by the way. Just so you know, in case you thought otherwise.”

Weiss laughed, a pretty sound.

“I thank you for your honesty,” she said in amusement.

...Bitch, she thought affectionately.

“Well?” Yang posed for Blake, hand on hip. “How do I look?”

“Uh – um, y-you look great,” Blake managed, dazed.

Yeah she did!

Now it was time to find her date.

Collecting a small clutch with her scroll and money inside, she bid her team farewell and swept across the hall. Even before she approached the door, she could hear some kind of commotion inside.

Knocking, she waited. Everything went silent, and then the door was wrenched open, Jaune dashing out before slamming it shut, but not before Yang heard Nora scream, “Let momma have a better look at you!”

Yang blinked. “Uh… what was that all about?”

Jaune wiped his brow, expression panicked. “Just Nora being… Nora.”

It wasn’t a surprise that Jaune wore a suit well but it still made her heart skip a beat, admiring the way the cut of the jacket showcased his broad shoulders and narrow waist. It was a three piece, black suit with a crisp white shirt, the pants tapered, and the tie a perfect match in color for her dress. Yang stared at it, and then met his eyes, the question asked without being vocalized.

“Crystal gave me a heads up,” he admitted, smiling. “She said I should coordinate.”

...She’d have to do something nice for her, next time they had some time away from work.

He’d recently shaved, his jaw smooth, his hair combed back, neat and tidy. Yang felt a scent tickle her nose, woody and rich, deep, a bit like the dampness of a dark forest, and she found herself leaning closer.

“You look amazing,” he said, his eyes taking her in. “Wow.”

Her cheeks darkened.

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.”

This might have been the most normal conversation they’d had since this whole thing started, and the contrast was startling. Feeling bold, she reached out and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers. Jaune blinked, and then smiled, squeezing her hand.

“Shall we?” he asked, and she nodded.

Not only was this the most normal conversation they’d had, it was also the most normal intimacy they’d shared. Just holding his hand was enough to make her insides quiver, her skin erupting in goosebumps, up and down her arms, and down her spine.

She felt a little ridiculous, to be feeling so much from such a simple gesture when they’d already done so much more. But a part of her really liked it, relishing the normalcy. This is how it was meant to go, right? Not whatever they’d been doing before.

Jaune Arc had her all types of fucked up, and Yang was all for it.

Maison Lumière was the swankiest place in town. The street leading up to it was spotless, somehow cleaner than the rest of the city, surrounded by other restaurants of similar repute, boutiques of high fashion, jewelry stores that would cost Yang’s entire life savings for the next fifty years to purchase something within and elite brand stores as far as the eye could see. Velvet ropes cordoned off a piece of the sidewalk, and as they slipped out of their taxi, she saw the curious and judgmental stares of those around them.

Jaune was oblivious, leading the way, and Yang followed with her arm threaded through his. There wasn’t a line. Those that ate here all had reservations, and anyone foolish enough to try to get in without one were promptly sent packing.

This wasn’t Yang’s scene. They were all pompous pricks that thought they were better than everyone else because they had more money, but good food was good food, and there was no denying that those that had fat wallets tended to eat well.

The doorman let them inside, showing them to the host who waited behind a small wooden podium. He was an older gentleman with a monocle of all things, a dark mustache speckled with gray. From the first instant, Yang took an immediate dislike to him as he eyed them both, a skeptical expression crossing his face.

“Name?” he asked with a weedy voice.

“Arc,” Jaune provided.

The host scanned the reservation list, pausing. His eyes darted up, scrutinizing them intently.

“Sponsor?” he asked.

“Weiss Schnee.”

So it had been Weiss who made this all possible. She’d have to give her a big smooch on the cheek when she saw her next.

That did the trick. Any distaste vanished and was replaced by fake humbleness, the host bowing low.

“Welcome to Maison Lumière, please follow me, Monsieur, Madame.”

Yang rolled her eyes.

Jackass.

They were shown onto the main floor, the ceiling high, decorated with golden globes of bright illumination. Lush dark carpet cut through the room between tables, the dark wood of the furniture matching well with the pale table clothes, and golden eating utensils. There was a small fountain in the center of the room, and Yang spotted small fish swimming within, a rush of different colors.

Other guests watched them, whispering behind raised hands and champagne flutes. Not all of the looks were hostile or haughty; more than a few guys were checking her out, eyes glued to her rump as she sashayed by, and many of the women were shooting Jaune appreciative glances.

They were shown to a table of two, Jaune pulling out her chair to seat her. Yang felt her heart skip, both flattered and annoyed.

Flattered at the gesture, annoyed at how effortlessly he made her body betray her.

It was at times like these that she wondered how many other women he’d employed these tactics on. If he’d been like this with Weiss, Yang was positive the heiress would have been putty in his hands. And yet he’d fumbled the bag with her so horribly.

He was almost like an entirely different person with her.

Confident, in control. Dominating. He’d seen her weakness and seized the chance, and made her his. Yang fought it but couldn’t deny him forever, and had fallen. He’d claimed her body first, inciting her lust and playing her like a fiddle. Next came her heart.

Unbelievable as it was. She’s fallen for Jaune Arc, of all people.

Bastard.

It pissed her off that he was so good at working her. A guy shouldn’t understand a girl’s buttons so easily, should he? Unless he was a total playboy and was used to working women over.

Yang knew she shouldn’t be jealous. There was no evidence of any other girl, and even if there was, it was from before all of this. Would Jaune be angry if he knew she’d dated a few guys, and touched a couple of cocks before his?

...was it bad that she wanted him to be?

But he’d taken her virginity, not those guys. In a forest, hardly romantic – but damn it all, had it felt good. Sore, but good.

She’d been conquered.

Jaune sat down opposite her.

“And here are your menu’s,” the host handed them out, bowing. “A waitress will be with you shortly, take as much time as you need.”

Then he was gone, leaving them alone.

“This place is nice,” Yang looked around. The walls were wood paneled with crimson wallpaper above, golden symbols printed on top. Crystal sculptures towered above in the corners, casting a kaleidoscope of light across the floor as it was reflected like a prism. Along the ceiling, long streamers of gold hung, looking like shooting stars. “Over the top – but nice.”

Jaune chuckled. “Did you want something to drink? I could order a bottle of wine.”

“Sure.”

Yang scanned the menu. There were a lot of seafood dishes, everything from fish to oysters and lobster, caviar, mussels and scallops, clams – if it came from the sea and wasn’t protected, they had it. Pasta was a common theme, and lamb and beef. She was pretty hungry but was overwhelmed with choice.

“Monsieur, Madame, I will be your waitress for this evening,” a young woman announced, drawing their attention. She was pretty. Very pretty. Slim but curvy, she had crystal blue eyes and platinum blonde hair, her features sharp, cheeks high, skin healthy and lush. A small beauty spot marred her otherwise flawless skin just shy of her lips on the left side, though to claim it marred her was a falsehood.

The way her gaze settled on Jaune and ignored her completely had her hackles raised.

“We’d like a bottle of wine to start,” Jaune ordered.

“Of course, Monsieur. Vintage?”

“The Valean 23, please.”

Yang blinked. He knew wine?

“Coming right up. Have you decided on your meal?”

“I have. Yang?”

She was almost caught off guard. “Oh, uh – the lamb chops with garlic butter and mushrooms.”

“I’ll have the scallop and bacon fettuccine with grated truffle.”

“A good choice, Monsieur. And for desserts?”

“The lemon cheesecake with coconut gelato,” Jaune rattled off automatically.

“I’ll have the same,” Yang finished.

The waitress nodded. “I will return with your wine shortly.”

When she left, Yang leaned forward and said softly, “She wants to fuck you.”

“Yang!” Jaune hissed under his breath. “What are you talking about?”

“As if you don’t know,” she arched an eyebrow. “She was eye fucking you the entire time, and I never got any ‘a good choice, Madame’. She wants that fat meat you’re packing.”

He flushed lightly. “You’re teasing me.”

Jaune could totally bag her, as well. He’d managed to get her, hadn’t he? This haughty waitress was nothing compared to Yang Xiao Long.

“I-I’m sure you know but I don’t share,” Yang sniffed, sticking her nose up. “So you better not play around with other women.”

“I’d never do that, Yang!”

Maybe he wouldn’t but she couldn’t help but feel a flare of jealousy whenever some hussy looked his way. Some women only liked going for guys that were taken; homewreckers, serial side-pieces. As a Huntsman-in-training, Jaune was already a catch. For some, the challenge of stealing him away from her would be its own allure.

They could try it! If they thought she’d let some slut come in and take her spot, they had another thing coming. Not after all the things he’d done to her! They were forever linked now, and she was never letting him go!

...so did that mean she was going to marry this lunkhead?

Her cheeks flushed hotly.

Yang knew she was getting way ahead of herself but – that was the end game, wasn’t it? She wasn’t letting him go, not after how he’d humiliated her and effortlessly tamed her so her body craved his touch. Maybe it was far off in the future but… was Jaune her future husband?

Yang squirmed.

Had she already found the guy she was going to spend the rest of her life with? The guy that was going to pump a few sprogs in her brlly and call it a day? Or maybe it was going to be more than a few. Yang had always wanted a big family…

She swallowed thickly, her imagination running wild. Jaune was going to hold her down and fuck her with that fat, burly shaft and pump her full of kids, impregnating her countless times. With a dick like that, there was no way he wasn’t going to inseminate her perfectly every time if she let him hit it raw. That was a cock designed for breeding, to ensure a successful coupling, and she was going to have her own little village of children with blonde hair.

A sea of blondes.

Fuck, didn’t he have like seven sisters or some shit?

He was going to destroy her.

It was lucky she was going to be a Huntress because could a civilian handle this type of future? Being manhandled and impaled by the top 0.1% of cocks, ravaged continually and pumping out kids like an assembly line?

“Yang, are you okay?”

He sounded concerned. Yang realized that she was panting, and – fuck, was she drooling? What the fuck was wrong with her? She hastily wiped at her mouth.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” he said doubtfully.

“I said I’m fine,” she hissed under her breath. “I’m more than fine! I’m fucking great – got it?”

“Uh, yeah – I mean, if you say so…”

“I do say so.”

She decided to change the subject.

“So – what was that about Weiss being your sponsor?”

“Oh, so apparently her family have spots at all the high end restaurants, even here in Vale and Mistral,” he explained. “They don’t have to go on any waiting lists, they can turn up whenever they want and they’ll be accommodated.”

“But we aren’t the Schnee’s.”

“No, but since it’s their spot, they can… loan it out, I guess. Because we are Weiss’ friends, they’ll treat us like we’re them.”

Yang whistled softly. “Damn. I mean, I know Weiss’ family is loaded but it can’t be cheap to be on a system like this.”

And not just here, but in all the kingdoms?

“She said we can have whatever we want. It’s all covered.”

Yang blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I wanted to refuse and give her some money, but she was adamant. In fact, I got the feeling that she was really hoping we’d run up a high bill.”

Yang frowned. “Really?

Jaune shrugged. “I dunno what that is about.”

Yang thought she might have an idea. While Weiss had never spoken about it freely, she’d gotten the impression that her relationship with her family was… strained, to put it lightly. Yang had never pried but there was definitely something going on there.

Maybe she wanted to make daddy angry.

“So – you aren’t even paying for this date,” she needled.

Jaune laughed awkwardly. “I guess not. Does that make you angry?”

Did it? Not really. She honestly didn’t care. It was just a strange position to be in. Having rich friends had some perks.

Their wine arrived soon after, chilled with two crystal flutes. The cork was popped and it was poured for them by the waitress, her hands steady. Yang had a sip, hit with strong citrus flavors before it mellowed into stone fruit. She let it sit in her mouth for a moment before swallowing, and it went down easy.

It was very pleasant.

“This is good.”

Jaune smiled. “This is my mom’s favorite. I’d never tried it before.”

So he didn’t know wine, after all. She watched him take a sip.

“I like it,” he said.

It was certainly better than vodka mixes, the sort of cheap shit Yang usually got wasted on.

When their food arrived, they’d already had a couple glasses each. The lamb chops were served with some sort of green streak of sauce underneath, and from the scent alone, Yang knew that it was mint of some sort. The mushrooms were drenched in a thick, creamy sauce and on top of the chops was a melting square of garlic butter.

Jaune’s meal was a little more elaborate.

They wheeled a wheel of parmesan cheese, the middle carved out like a bowl. They watched as the scallop and bacon fettuccine was transferred from a pan to the bowl of cheese, tossed through as the cheese melted into it in silky strands. When they deemed it ready, it was plated in a white bowl and black truffle was grated over the top.

“Please enjoy,” the waitress said before retreating, the chef following, wheeling the cheese back to the kitchen.

“You don’t see that every day,” Yang deadpanned.

Jaune chuckled. “I hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

Yang looked at her own meal, picking up a knife and fork. The lamb was tender, easily parting beneath her knife. Gathering some of that mint sauce and garlic butter, she popped it into her mouth and chewed.

“...Holy fuck, this is good,” she moaned softly, the taste exploding across her tongue. The mint was powerful and refreshing, pairing well with the strong flavor of the lamb. Trying the mushrooms, she sighed at the velvety texture, the creamy sauce filled with a few different spices, making her mouth tingle. “It really pays to be loaded.”

Jaune grinned and sampled his own meal, gathering a scallop and spinning his fork, getting a healthy forkful of pasta with small pieces of bacon and truffle.

“Wow,” he said after taking a bite, eyes widening. “You weren’t kidding.”

They didn’t speak much as they ate. The food was too good, and Yang would have licked the plate if she’d been anywhere else. She almost did it anyway but contented herself with scraping it clean with her fork. They polished off their bottle of wine and ordered another, drinking it with their dessert. The cheesecake was soft and sweet, the base melting in her mouth, buttery and flavorful. The coconut gelato paired with it really well, and if they’d set the entire cake down for them, Yang was confident they could eat it all effortlessly.

The waitress continued to eye fuck Jaune whenever she appeared but Yang staked her claim, reaching across the table and grabbing his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb, making direct eye contact with the platinum blonde whenever she lingered a little too long. Jaune appeared surprised at first but didn’t pull away. In fact, he seemed happy, perking up, shoulders straightening, and even turned his hand over so they could hold hands properly.

Of course he was happy. He had her making gestures of affection, getting off on having tamed her. Well, she wasn’t going to feel bad about it!

But as their meal came to a close, and they finished off their second bottle of wine, her tummy began doing somersaults. Yang knew what was coming next and the buzz she had going on wasn’t helping her any! After this, he was going to take her back to some hotel and fuck her brain into mush.

The food, the wine, this place – it was only the appetizer. The true main course awaited, her young, inexperienced body laid bare for him to play with as he saw fit.