Kink Fics (9/20)

“And is there anything going on in your life, Winter?” Weiss asked, sipping her coffee attentively as she invited her sister to fill her in on the non-classified aspects of a Specialist’s work. Weiss was feeling good about herself, having answered her sister’s probing questions about her schoolwork and social life adeptly, making a good impression of how she’d used her time at Beacon. Her sister’s opinion meant the world to Weiss, and so she was always thrilled to see that she was meeting her expectations.

But Winter did something that surprised Weiss. She paused, already an unusual display from her always-confident sister, and then… stifled a grin. It was the faintest movement of her lips, the subtlest curl upwards, but on Winter, it might as well be as blatant as Ruby beaming after she got a B+ on a test.

“There is… one thing to report,” she slowly began, “I’ve recently… met someone.”

Weiss blinked in surprise. “Oh?” she asked, long-trained courtesy taking over as her mind screeched to a halt, “And… may I ask who it is?”

That this was most unusual was an understatement. The idea of Winter with… with anyone didn’t make any sense to Weiss. It was shocking enough that it took Weiss a moment to have any proper reaction to it, but once she gained control of herself, she felt a sudden surge of mingled emotions. Surprise was still the foremost feeling, but she could feel a tingle of jealousy in her mind. Weiss cared so much for her sister’s approval that the idea of someone else getting it, someone else being able to make her smile like that inspired doubt. Who was this person, and were they really that great? Weiss didn’t think so, though she knew to be reserved in terms of expressing that opinion.

“Well, our relationship has only just started, so I don’t want to say too much. I met him as part of my security investigation, looking into certain… matters that might become relevant to Atlas.”

Weiss wasn’t paying attention to Winter’s carefully-guarded words about her real purpose here in Vale as much as she was that it was a he that who had, most likely, tricked her sister. Really, the idea of anyone being good enough for Winter was absurd. She was, without a doubt, the single most incredible person Weiss had ever known, and some random guy in Vale was good enough for her? Weiss knew that couldn’t be true, so the alternative was a con artist. Well, that or…

No longer hiding the smile on her face, Winter continued, “And, well… well I don’t know if I should be saying this, but… it’s someone you know. I’m actually… I’m dating a student,” she gushed as Weiss turned pale, “I know! It’s hard to believe, but he’s quite incredible in… in those regards.”

Oh… oh no. No, it couldn’t be-

“Yes, it’s a very… Valean relationship,” she said, making Weiss’s heart start to sink. “They call it a ‘harem,’ and while it’s something I’d normally disapprove of, I have to admit...” she couldn’t hold back any longer, her words suddenly spilling out in outright glee, “Oh, Weiss, it was incredible! He was… was such a man, so unlike anyone I’d ever met before! And I had thought a man would struggle to satisfy two women, but, oh, Weiss! He had stamina enough for me and six other girls!”

Six… six girls. And Weiss… knew who those six girls were. She knew… she had heard them…

Gods, how had she been so stupid!

Weiss knew exactly which man was now… screwing her sister! Her stomach twisted, her blood boiled, her heart refused to beat in the lost hope that maybe, just maybe… it wasn’t…

“You’re dating… Jaune?” her tongue asked, wholly unbidden by her mind and absolutely infuriating her heart.

There was no hesitation as Winter nodded, an outright silly, even Ruby-esque smile on her face as Weiss’s fists impotently balled up. Not that Winter noticed her sister’s rage. No, she was lost in memory, a faraway smile on her face as she… thought of unthinkable things.

Seriously, how was any of this possible? ANY OF IT?

Shooting down Jaune’s attempts to ask her out had become an unwanted hobby of hers. He was… he was just such a loser, someone who didn’t belong at Beacon, most certainly didn’t deserve to date Weiss, and most enraging of all, did not deserve to by Pyrrha Nikos’s partner! Really, that part galled her even more than the awkward attempts to ask her out. It made her efforts to shut him down not only necessary, for her own peace of mind, but an act of karmic justice. The universe and Beacon’s, frankly, insane placement system thought to saddle the single most desirable girl at Beacon with a gangly moron? Well, Weiss would balance out the scales.

Except… except that she’d gone a little far in eviscerating him. Ruby never approved of Weiss’s hostility to her doltish friend (somehow even more doltish than the redhead who didn’t seem to know basic human interaction), but usually she could expect Yang’s grudging acknowledgment that he was being a bit much with asking her out and even Blake—who never really liked Weiss, because of the whole Faunus/SDC thing—couldn’t hide that she enjoyed seeing a boy get cut down to size. But this time, she could definitely feel that her teammates had felt she’d gone too far.

Which gave her the burst of self-consciousness that meant, for the first time, she noticed the livid fury in Pyrrha’s eyes. The kind of anger that made Weiss realize… she’d missed it, every time. She’d never believed it possible, but in that moment, spurred by her teammates’ apprehension, Weiss realized that Pyrrha did not like whenever Weiss was critical of her teammate. Which made no sense, but as Pyrrha went after her partner, Weiss felt the icy claw of realization tell her that she’d made a mistake.

A big one. Because cutting Jaune down to size had caused him and Pyrrha to have a heart to heart, one that ended with… and her stomach still retched to think it, even on top of everything else that had happened… the two of them… dating. Ohhhhhhhh, Weiss thought nothing could be worse than Jaune’s continuous efforts to ask him out, but that had nothing on the sight of the two of them, doting on each other like lovebirds every morning, noon, and night in their blissful relationship.

Blake snickered one morning as they cleared out from the cafeteria, pointing to where Jaune and Pyrrha were gazing into each other’s eyes and whispering, “Could have been you, Princess.”

Weiss had been too angry to reply.

But then the rumors began…

“Entire team,” people said, the sort of disgusting rumors that was said about any team with three girls and one guy. Weiss had written it off—it was plain to see that Rin and Nora only had eyes for each other—but then… well, there were certain things that had implications. Long looks, a level of team intimacy that didn’t quite add up. Weiss knew what strong team bonds looked like, RWBY was growing into something she never could have foreseen at Initiation, but seeing Jaune place a comforting hand on Rin’s shoulder, the shy, reserved Mistralian seeming to… almost melt from his touch… that wasn’t normal!

And then… and then…

It came to her team.

Blake had been the first. She and Yang had been purveyors of salacious rumor about Jaune’s leadership of his team, constantly implying something unsavory, giving him completely inappropriate high fives and barely-subtle innuendo as he vainly attempted to insist nothing was going on. But then Blake stumbled into their room late at night on shaky legs, giving Yang a dizzy smile and whispering, “Entire team,” before collapsing on her bed.

Weiss didn’t like thinking about what had happened after that.

But now… now, with Jaune pulling her sister into his web of debauchery… this couldn’t stand! Was- was he drugging them? Blackmail? Surely it couldn’t be…

“Amazing...” Winter whispered in a dreamy, reverent voice, jolting Weiss from her thoughts. Winter didn’t seem aware she’d said anything, least of all to Weiss, still lost in her dreamworld. But the sight pierced Weiss’s wild conspiracies. It couldn’t be… but it had to…

He was simply… that good.

Not only in bed, though Yang had been quick to share those facts. As though Weiss wanted to ever hear that Jaune—or anyone—was capable of getting Yang—or anyone—off by just playing with her breasts, and as though Weiss wanted Nora to confirm Yang’s story and fill in the details of the mechanics behind a “double titfuck,” something she also wasn’t remotely jealous of or otherwise made to feel inadequate by her own inability to participate in such a disgusting act. But… but she had caught Ruby daydreaming one day, daydreaming about… him, and Ruby had given Weiss one of those sweet, optimistic smiles that made her legs weak as she said…

No, Weiss didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about how sweet and kind Jaune was to all his girls, how Ruby hinted that Jaune might even forgive her for turning him down. She didn’t want that, didn’t want it at all! And didn’t want to think about the fact that he actually could make Winter very, very happy and be… be good enough, no, m-more than good enough. He c-could be a perfect match for her… the boy Weiss had been so stupid as to turn down was the perfect man for lonely Schnees who’d lived their entire lives without-

“But… anyways, Weiss, I didn’t mean to get sidetracked,” Winter cut in, “Is there… anyone you fancy? Any special someone in your life?”

Weiss froze, an answer on the tip of her tongue, but this time, her heart and her brain overruled it.

“No,” she said, trying to hide the icy chill she felt as she said it.

LINE BREAK WEISS

She was the only one in her dorm.

Like usual.

Ever since the rest of the girls had become part of Jaune’s… thing, Weiss had gotten used to the rest of her team finding excuses to slip out and “spend the night with a… friend,” as though she didn’t know exactly where they were going as they left her to lie in her bed, alone. And hear the muffled sounds of exactly what they were up to.

She wished she could tune it out. Not that there weren’t options available, she could easily just put in her earplugs and get some sleep, like she did every other night, but that… tonight, she just… couldn’t bring herself to do it. Even though she knew it would work and she’d feel better for it in the morning after getting a good night’s sleep, Weiss had to listen to the orgy playing out across the hall. She couldn’t stop herself, now that she knew Winter was a part of it, she just… had to listen. Out of some need to protect Winter, as though that made any sense. How could she protect her perfection incarnate sister? No, she had to listen out of… out of jealousy that her sister had found someone, someone Weiss herself had turned down.

She could hear Nora’s voice rising above the din. Normal, when considering Nora, but no, Weiss knew the real reason her voice cut so clearly through the air and through their doors. It was… it was because she wanted to hear it. Because every squeak of the bedspring, every low moan, every gasp was magnified in her mind a hundred times over as she listened in her abject misery as practically every girl at Beacon got the one thing the heiress didn’t have. Any other night, she’d just burn with jealousy, but tonight…

But with Winter as part of Jaune’s… orgy, Weiss’s repressed jealousy had turned to something new. Something that was making her wish she owned some toys or something, anything more than her slender little fingers as she pushed them as deep into her pussy as she could while she listened to the debauchery. She had two fingers inside her already, and knew that a third would soon be joining as she wildly tried to recreate what those lucky bitches were enjoying right now.

Nora was… was the one enjoying him at the moment, but it was perfectly clear in Weiss’s mind’s eye that all the girls were involved. Maybe… maybe Ruby was licking and sucking on his balls, marveling at how big and heavy they were, full of his seed, almost too large to fit inside her little mouth. She couldn’t hear Jaune’s voice because it was muffled… muffled by Rin’s thighs, yes, the gentle girl squirming as Jaune ate her pussy while Nora buried her lover’s face in her huge tits!

And the other girls… Winter was… she had to be a prize, and Weiss knew… k-knew that Blake and Yang w-would be… gods, oh gods, using her right now! Blake would make her sister show how sorry the Schnee family was for all they’d done to Faunus kind, her tongue earnestly working to earn Blake’s forgiveness as Yang would… Yang would be spanking her, wouldn’t she! Yes, yes, that’s exactly what haughty Schnee bitches needed, they needed to be spanked, and spanked silly for being such- such unreasonable cunts!

And Pyrrha… looking queenly as she surveyed all the sexiest girls at Beacon brought down to little more than her boyfriend’s playthings… Weiss moaned as she imagined her personal goddess serenely rising above the orgy as she laughed at what a… what a stupid, arrogant bitch Weiss was!

They were… they were laughing at her, right now. Yes. She could hear it, even if they weren’t saying it, she could clearly hear Blake’s voice as she laughed, “I can’t believe your sister had a chance to have this dick all to herself and turned it down!”

“Yes,” Winter said, regretfully, from between Blake’s thighs, “she always was too impetuous for her own good. It’s a shame she’ll never get to experience this, but it was her folly, and she has to live with the consequences.”

The spear of shame and regret that pierced Weiss’s heart crushed her… and turned her on like nothing else. Even… even her sister, her perfect, amazing, beloved sister knew what a pathetic joke she was. Weiss’s pussy squeezed hard around her fingers as she pinched her nipple, trying in vain to simulate even a fraction of the pleasure the girls in the JNPR dorm were showered in.

“It’s not her fault,” Ruby piped up, and Weiss knew her partner would pipe up and defend her, even if she didn’t even deserve it! “Weiss just didn’t know how amazing Jaune is. And I didn’t realize how much my tight little teen pussy needed to get demolished by thick Arc dick every night until I first tried it!”

...okay, Weiss couldn’t actually hear any of the dialogue and Ruby would probably never talk like that, but, oh! Weiss could picture it so clearly, Ruby’s shining silver eyes looking up from where she was worshiping Jaune’s balls, cheerfully piping up how much she loved being Jaune’s little fuckdoll while still being the sweet girl who’d taught Weiss to open up… but that wasn’t...

No, Weiss didn’t deserve Ruby defending her. And as a third finger entered her masturbation, Weiss could clearly hear how the other girls would take such a suggestion...

“She’d have to get on her hands and knees and beg Jaune for his forgiveness,” Pyrrha added, the Mistralian goddess, the very image of sensuality and desirability who a stupid bitch like Weiss didn’t even deserve to look at, barely even deserved to lick her boots! “Unless she was willing to publicly humiliate herself, just like she so often humiliated Jaune, I can’t imagine she’d ever be worthy of this cock.”

No- no, she’d never be worthy! She was a… a stupid cunt who’d blown her chance with the sexiest guy at Beacon, and she- she- she had to humiliate herself to show that she’d learned her lesson! Weiss cried out as her entire hand was practically in her pussy now, but it still wasn’t enough, not when Jaune’s godlike fuckstick was denied to her! Even as she discovered her shockingly vibrant masochistic side, all Weiss could think about was how she needed Jaune, needed Jaune’s punishment, to properly satisfy her.

She groped her shamefully inadequate tits. She was no smaller than Rin, and only a little smaller than Ruby, but they were good girls who gladly offered Jaune their cute little A cups without hesitation. She was a stupid bitch who should... should wallow in the mud like the dumb little piggy she was, thanking Jaune for even bothering with her! Flashes of various punishments, humiliations, and other ordeals she could be put through—or could put herself through, masochistic little slut that she was—came to Weiss and sent her thoughts roiling with unrestrained passion!

“Oh Mr. Arc! It’s too- too much!”

Weiss froze. That wasn’t… that wasn’t her imagination… that was actually the muffled voice of…

Weiss’s eyes rolled as she realized that she really had heard the muffled voice of… Ms. Goodwitch losing against Jaune’s cock. That was too much for Weiss. It was one thing for her crush to become Jaune’s lover, for her partner and her teammates to become Jaune’s playthings, for her own sister to become his slut… but Ms. Goodwitch meant that as Weiss was trying to excel in class, she would know that her teacher would be looking at her not as a future Huntress, but as the stupid little girl who had no idea what a good thing she’d thrown away.

And that shame was enough to get Weiss off right there. Even her inadequate fingers were enough with a thought that shamefully hot, and Weiss came, her hips bucking wildly as her orgasm washed over her. But she didn’t make a sound. Didn’t cry out, didn’t scream Jaune’s name or some apology for being such a dumb bitch, but instead, she remained silent. Because she had to hear the sound of her friends, her family, her teacher… hear them get off for real.

Lying back in bed, Weiss slowly recovered from her climax, and with the clarity that came from her rush of endorphins, realized that this couldn’t continue. She couldn’t keep on being such a pathetic voyeur, her ear pressed against the door as she struggled not to cry even as she frigged herself to the sounds of utter delight coming from within. She had to get Jaune’s forgiveness. And in her fantasies, she had heard Pyrrha say what she had to do, to humiliate herself like she’d humiliated Jaune. And she had to do it, simply had to.

She couldn’t go on living like this. Not another day more. She needed that dick, and if the only way she could get it was to degrade herself and lower herself until Jaune knew that she’d learned her lesson, well… it wasn’t really a question. She’d do it. She’d do anything.

Closing her eyes and letting herself drift to sleep, Weiss could still hear the sound of Ms. Goodwich moaning like a whore as Jaune pounded her. But as much as she wanted to listen and imagine what it must look like in the room, Weiss knew she needed to get some sleep. She would have to be up early in the morning to prepare, and she wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of her plans.

LINE BREAK JAUNE

Okay, he needed to have a word with Pyrrha about “reasonable limits.” It had been one thing when Pyrrha gave him those puppy dog eyes and told him how hard it was on Nora and Rin to know Pyrrha was getting laid while they had to make do without him. And then there was Blake, because she had kind of tried to seduce him before he fucked her brains out, and then Yang had made it clear they were a package deal. And when Pyrrha let him know that Ruby had a crush on him—how could he say no to Ruby? She’d just turned 18, and had that innocent schoolgirl vibe no one could say no to!

But that had been a good stopping point!

Six girls. Six girls was too many girls! He could already feel how many years he was taking off his life as he had to fuck each and every one of them unconscious before he could finally go to bed, only to get woken up early by Pyrrha’s lips around his cock—of course she had stamina that could nearly match his—for another round of early morning sex. But then Pyrrha had to “accidentally” invite more girls into the arrangement.

Yes, Weiss’s sister had been incredible, and he knew Pyrrha did it because she knew he still had a bad crush on Weiss (even if he was encircled by a harem of beauties, the heart wanted what it wanted), but making it seven was… and then Ms. Goodwitch! What, was he supposed to say no to the possibility of fucking the stick out of her ass? Of seeing the woman whose judgment he was constantly terrified of reduced to his drooling sex kitten? He wasn’t made of stone!

But while Jaune’s dick had the stamina to put eight of the sexiest women he knew into comas, doing so took time. And every night, the girls expected to be “put to bed,” something he was happy to do (the girls’ imagination and creativity seemed inexhaustible, even if their stamina wasn’t), but it took time. He wasn’t done until well past midnight, the orgy finally quieted as the last girl succumbed to pleasure and blacked out… and then he had only a few scant hours to sleep before he felt those lips around his dick, rousing him back to a world of sexual pleasures as he gave his harem their good morning fuck. Leaving him slowly burning the candle at both ends as his life became a cycle of sex, exhaustion, more sex, a brief opportunity for sleep, and then repeating, with every new girl slowly making that last slice of the pie smaller and smaller.

He was going to die if this kept up.

Fortunately, this morning, he’d been particularly aggressive and left the JNPR dorm carpeted with beautiful, cum-spattered women, happy, mindless grins on their slumbering faces as Jaune slinked away to get breakfast in peace. Because the amount of calories needed for nonstop orgies wasn’t something any nutritionist could give him a number for, but Jaune knew it needed a lot.

But he couldn’t complain. Even if he was, most likely, dying, he couldn’t possibly complain. Fuck, just for a chance to see Pyrrha naked, to bend her over his desk and ravish the champion… and then the other girls… he really couldn’t-

Rounding a corner, Jaune’s entire thought process was interrupted as he beheld Weiss… though dressed in a way he’d never imagined seeing the prissy heiress!

She was wearing a Beacon uniform, or, at least, her look seemed to be based on a Beacon uniform. Well, it was missing the jacket… and her white shirt was much too small on her, even when it was tied above her midriff and enough buttons were unbuttoned that Jaune could see a lacy blue bra underneath, and then there was the thin strip of plaid cloth that wasn’t long enough to really call a “skirt,” much less hide that she wore a matching set of blue panties. Beyond her “uniform,” Weiss had her hair tied in twin pigtails and her makeup… heavy blue eyeshadow, electric blue lipstick, and it all drew his eyes to the stick of the lollipop she was sucking on. It all took Jaune’s breath away, seeing the Heiress of the SDC looking like a schoolgirl hooker, and one that was clearly waiting for Jaune’s arrival.

Even with his harem, Jaune had never seen such an… such an outright whorish display in his life. As Weiss popped the lollipop out of her mouth, she briefly held it in her lips, letting Jaune see as she swirled her lips around the sucker’s bulbous head.

“So Jaune,” she said in a breathy voice, “I’ve felt so… awful about what a bitch I’ve been… is there any way...” she punctuated her mark with a long, lusty lick of her lollipop, “I can make it-”

“No.”

Weiss blinked in surprise… and then Jaune saw the dagger of agony in her eyes as she realized he was rejecting her.

“Wh- what do you mean...” she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper, “no?”

Jaune raised his arms and shook his head, saying, “Uh-uh, no, absolutely not.”

It killed him. It killed him five times over, but there had to be a limit! He couldn’t- couldn’t keep going like this! And it was breaking his heart that he was breaking Weiss’s heart, but he had not choice but to turn away and leave before another girl wound his way into his harem!

“But- but- but-” she cried after him.

But Jaune just threw up his arms as he kept on walking. “I have hit my limit! No more harem girls! And that’s final!”

It was the only thing he could do!