Chapter-32

As shocking as it was to believe, Jaune had never been on a date before. He'd had sex with multiple women now; older women, younger women, and women the same age as him. Yet even with all of that, he had never taken someone out for the purpose of courting them. It wasn't for a lack of trying. Gods knew that he had asked more than a few girls out during high school, only to be rejected every time. At Beacon, he'd asked Weiss out to the movies once and then again to the school dance but both those times had resulted in failure. It had taken nineteen years but finally, he was achieving something that most other people did in their early teens.

He really was doing everything backwards.

He'd seen Yang naked, had fucked her sweet little pussy like a man possessed but they hadn't even had coffee together. Going clubbing together was the closest but that didn't count – they'd hardly been alone. This was going to be the first time they'd gone out for the sole purpose of romance and he wasn't going to lie, he was a little nervous. Of all the girls he had been with, Yang was the only one that had told him she loved him. Overwhelmed or not, she had said it and she hadn't taken the words back. As unexpected as the declaration had been, as awkward as it had made things between them at first, it was always pleasing to be on the end of such words.

She was the first girl who had ever said that to him, not counting members of his family. As much as Neon being the first girl to suck his dick would always stick with him, like Cerise being the first woman he had knowingly slept with, Yang's confession would always be special in that way. Pyrrha's kiss… was something else, something that was difficult for him to remember. That was less of a confession and more of a goodbye; a brief hint of what could have been.

So he wanted to do this right. He wanted to show her a good time.

He pushed everything else from his mind. The womanly Grimm, the situation with Nora, Cinder Fall and Neopolitan – all of it. Neon, Cerise, Blake, Fiona, Weiss, Ruby – he couldn't think about them, not right now. He wanted to focus on Yang. She deserved that much.

Did he love Yang?

Jaune didn't know. He cared about her. A lot. But he also cared about all of them. Cared so much it hurt. It was different from the feelings he used to have for Weiss. Not any lesser or stronger, just different. Maybe less infatuation and more mature affection? He wasn't sure but whatever it was, he felt those same feelings for Ruby, for Blake, for Weiss and even Neon, Fiona and Cerise to a lesser extent.

He clapped his cheeks with both hands, clearing his mind. Now wasn't the time. He had a girl to meet.

He was dressed in a simple pair of dark jeans and a plain white shirt. Nothing special but they weren't going anywhere fancy. They didn't need to dress up like they had for the Schnee Banquet. This was more in their lane. Pulling on his boots, he bid Ren farewell. Nora was still missing, no doubt avoiding him but Jaune killed that train of thought before it could take root. If Ren was perturbed by her absence, he didn't show it.

He met Yang outside the front of the Academy.

"Heya," she greeted happily. Hip cocked, she grinned at him as he approached. She was dressed casually as well, a pair of tight jeans that showed off her shapely legs and a yellow tank top with a leather jacket thrown over the top. Her hair was a little different than usual, though; more wavy and curled lightly into soft ringlets at the ends.

"Hey," he returned, smiling. "Ready to hit the town?"

"You betcha," she grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers. Her skin was, as always, incredibly warm; warmer than was normal. "Where are we going?"

Jaune may have never gone on a date before but he had thought about it a lot. Every girl was different, though. Yang was a very physical type of person who loved moving, who was a bit of a thrill seeker and enjoyed exerting herself. Completely different to Weiss, for example, who was more likely at home at an art or history museum. Though after getting to know her better, Jaune had discovered that perhaps the best place he could take the former heiress was somewhere she had never been before to give her new experiences. The cinema, for instance – or even an arcade, as silly as that sounded. Things that her sheltered upbringing had denied her, things that were pretty ordinary for everyone else.

"I thought I'd let you lead," at her arched eyebrow, he laughed. "Joking! It is up to you, though. I have a few ideas but I'd rather do what you want, you know?"

"Alright then," she squeezed his hand. "Hit me."

Atlas was pretty stiff but they had plenty of activities to engage in. Everything from bowling to concerts, though with the embargo it was all home grown talent. There was even bungee jumping from the tallest building in the city, though after jumping out of an airship without a safety line, bungee jumping wasn't that thrilling. Not something Jaune ever thought he would ever think but that was his life.

In the end, he was surprised by her pick.

"Karaoke?"

Yang nodded. "Yeah! We can get some drinks and make fools of ourselves."

Jaune groaned. He had a terrible singing voice. "Prepare your ears for maximum damage."

She laughed, bumping him with her shoulder. "Oh, come on. You can't be that bad."

Didn't she remember when he tried to serenade Weiss? Admittedly, that had been a song of his own creation thought up on the spot but his delivery had been atrocious. Nails on a chalkboard had nothing on him.

"It also gives us some privacy," she winked at him with a saucy smile. "Wouldn't you like that?"

He'd like that very much. Karaoke it was!

It didn't take them long to find a place. Karaoke was pretty popular in Atlas, it seemed. They ordered some drinks and food, and then were shown to their room by an all too knowing staff member who shot him the finger guns when Yang wasn't looking. Yang immediately started scrolling through songs as she sat on the couch, shrugging off her jacket. Jaune gazed at the exposed skin of her shoulders and collar for a moment, admiring the hint of her bra strap beneath the yellow material. It was purple, like her eyes.

"You first," she ordered, picking up one of the microphones and thrusting it in his face. She chortled at his horrified look. "Oh don't be such a wuss. Come on. Show me what you've got."

Yang picked a popular song from the Achieve Men, her favorite boy band. Grimacing, Jaune stood by the big screen as the speakers started pumping out the familiar melody. He had heard this song way too many times growing up. One of his sisters was a fanatical fan of theirs.

At least he knew the lyrics even before they jumped up on the screen but that didn't help him at all. The next three and a half minutes were painful and full of humiliation, Yang doing her best to contain her laughter as he warbled through as best he could. It was ultimately a losing battle and soon enough the blonde girl was rolling on the couch as she laughed her ass off.

"Oh my god," she howled, covering her moist eyes. She had laughed so hard she nearly cried. "Oh wow, okay – you weren't kidding. That was terrible."

"Thanks. So much," Jaune deadpanned, face flushed. Though as embarrassed as he was, a massive smile stretched his lips as she shook. "Now it's your turn."

He wasn't sure what he was expecting. Yang had a nice voice but he had never heard her sing before, not once. She listened to her fair share of music at Beacon but had never sung along. At most, she had hummed. That was something she had in common with her sister, Ruby. The younger girl was often seen humming along to whatever tune she had blasting through her headphones.

There was a reason why he had never heard Yang sing. She was no Weiss Schnee, that was for sure.

As her chosen song booted up, she opened her mouth and pure death spewed forth. If Jaune thought he was tone deaf, Yang took it to the next level. He stared at her in disbelief as she butchered not only the song but his ears, though she did so proudly without a hint of shame. Jaune covered his mouth as he started to laugh, so startled by how terrible she was that he could do nothing but watch stupidly as she began to dance to the beat.

It was somehow even more embarrassing watching her than it had been to do it himself. He didn't think that was possible. Second hand cringe was a powerful thing. His skin crawled with goosebumps. Not the good kind.

Yang dipped low and then flung her hair back as she blasted out the final lyrics of the song, chest heaving against her tight top as she adopted an exaggerated victory pose. She maintained that stance for several long seconds before meeting his eyes.

"If we weaponize that against the Grimm, I think we can win," Jaune said.

Yang snorted, cheeks glowing red. "Oh shut up – I think I was totally better than you, by the way."

The software that governed the songs didn't think so. When their scores appeared on the screen, he was able to get above fifty, at least. Yang was in the thirties, well below the average cut off.

"No way, this is rigged," she pouted as he laughed at her. "There is no way I am worse than whatever the hell it was that you did."

Their food and drinks arrived at that moment. Burgers with fries, loaded with cheese, onion and special sauce. Jaune sipped at his rum and cola as he searched through the list of songs. Not that it mattered, really. It didn't make a difference what song he picked, he was going to be ass at all of them. Yang took a massive bite of her burger and moaned in approval.

"This is good grub," she said through her mouthful. Jaune grabbed some of the fries and popped them in his mouth, humming at the crunch of a well done fry. He quickly went back for seconds.

They spent the next hour drinking, eating and singing, getting progressively worse with each song. Soon enough they were singing duets, arms slung around each other as they belted out horrible renditions of the songs they were meant to mimic. Jaune reveled in the warmth and softness of her body, leaning into her as she pressed her breasts against his side.

He inhaled the scent of her hair, burying his nose against her head. In reply, she pecked his jaw, lips hot and moist. They gave up all pretenses of continuing to sing and kissed roughly, his hands settling on her hips as she rolled her body against him. She tasted of strawberry and vodka, and the mild tang of the special sauce. When he palmed her tits, squeezing her large breasts, she moaned, slipping a leg between his own and rubbing it against his balls. His cock surged to life, hardening as it swelled with blood.

"Mmm~! Phwah~! Jaune," she sucked on his lower lip before pulling completely away, staring at him with lustful eyes. Her nipples were showing through her bra and shirt, beyond hard, her lips wet with saliva. "How about we continue this somewhere else?"

She wanted to skip straight to the main event. Jaune wouldn't complain but he had wanted this date to go longer, for them to do normal date things before they got down to the fucking.

"I booked us a place," she admitted, kissing him again. Yang shuddered as he suckled on her tongue, plundering her mouth aggressively. "We can go there and have some fun."

Jaune groaned into her mouth, nipping her lips. Her hand cupped his straining length and squeezed it, rubbing it up and down. Palming her ass with one hand, he jerked her against his body firmly until his cock pressed against her belly and hip.

"Fuck, I forgot how big it is," she whispered hoarsely as he attacked her neck, head thrown back in rapture. She mewled when he kissed and licked her throat, biting down lightly. "Shit, Jaune – come on, let's go."

He pulled away reluctantly.

The room she had reserved for them was at the same place they had visited after their night out clubbing. It was difficult, keeping his hands off her as they made their way across the city. She was having just as much trouble, slipping her hand into his back pocket and grabbing a handful of his ass. When they finally arrived, the door slammed shut when he forced her body back against it, lifting her effortlessly as he devoured her mouth. Powerful legs wrapped around his waist, Yang whimpering as his confined erection grinded against her core.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this so much," Yang said as she clawed at his back, trying to remove his shirt. Her head jerked back and banged on the door when he rutted against her, seeing stars as her clit was mashed between them. "Fuuuck~! Jaune, shit, baby – let me undress you."

He leaned back enough for her to remove his shirt, his hands creeping up her sides. Yang pulled her top over her head, revealing her heaving bra clad breasts. Jaune instantly buried his face in her cleavage, licking and nipping at the bountiful valley. When her prosthetic touched his back, Jaune shivered. The metal was cold.

Yang noticed immediately and flinched, moving it away. "Sorry."

"Take it off," he said, rubbing his hardness against her covered pussy. Yang grit her teeth.

"W-What?" she said.

"It's okay," he said, meeting her eyes. There was a vulnerable look on her face, one he was intent on blowing away. "Yang, I don't care. If it bothers you, take it off."

She stared at him unsure, cradled against the door and his pelvis, his powerful arms holding her aloft easily. "I – are you sure? Isn't it..."

"You're beautiful, Yang," he said emphatically. "Can't you feel how hard you make me? You're so fucking hot, Yang. I'm going to mess my pants if you don't hurry up. You really think your arm makes you any less gorgeous?"

She swallowed shakily. "If you're sure?"

He pecked her on the lips. "More than sure. Don't ever be ashamed of it. Not with me. Not around anyone. You have no reason to be. You were hurt trying to protect a friend. You are such a powerful, strong and beautiful woman, Yang. A great friend. Blake would say the same thing."

"See?" a familiar voice said from behind him. "I've been trying to tell you that but you don't listen."

Jaune felt his heart freeze in his chest. There was no surprise on Yang's face and it took him a moment to realize that she had been expecting it, though perhaps not right now.

Hands slipped around his torso from behind, resting against his chest as a body pressed into him from the back. Lips traced the nape of his neck, scorching a sensual trail around to his ear where she sucked on the lobe before biting it playfully.

"Surprise," Blake whispered to him, hugging him until her breasts squished against him. "You've been a very naughty boy, Jaune."

He tried to think of something to say, anything – but his mind was incapable of thought, his mouth unable to speak. Instead he just stared at Yang in shock but she was equally speechless, though for other reasons. Tears had gathered in her eyes.

"Yang?" he finally croaked.

"I love you so much," she admitted brokenly. Then she looked at Blake. "I love you both so much."

What the hell was going on? What was Blake doing there? How was Blake here?

"I was hiding in the bathroom," she answered his unasked question, fingers toying with his nipples. Jaune squirmed. "I was supposed to wait a bit longer but I couldn't resist when I heard you grinding this big guy against my partner here."

She plucked at his belt, undoing the buckle and unlacing the leather strap. The sound of his zipper lowering was incredibly loud.

"Did you really think we wouldn't find out?" she chided playfully as she pulled his pants and underwear down enough to free his surging erection. Jaune hissed when she wrapped her fingers around the base firmly, giving his length a little shake. "Did you think you could just two time us with this giant cock of yours without consequences?"

Blake's tone of voice didn't match her words. There was no anger at his actions where there should have been. No scorn or disappointment even. If anything, she sounded excited, her hands stroking his throbbing member until it leaked over Yang's jean clad thighs. Yang was completely silent as she watched them, lilac eyes falling to admire Blake's hands teasing his length.

"What do you think, Yang?" Blake asked. "Do we punish him?"

A little of her bravado returned, a hesitant smirk crossing her lips. "H-He has been bad, hasn't he? Bad boys deserve to be taught a lesson."

"Wait," he said. "Yang, Blake – shouldn't we talk? I didn't mean--"

He swallowed his words as her palm swiped over his glans, the sudden pleasure spiking through him. He flexed his hips, jostling Yang further against the door.

"Didn't mean…?" Blake questioned as she rubbed around the sensitive crown. She was using both of her hands now, one twisting around his shaft while the other petted the head. Her palm was so soft, curling around the end. "What didn't you mean, Jaune?"

"I wasn't trying to two time," he gritted out.

"But you did," she scolded lightly. "Didn't he, Yang?"

The blonde girl nodded, frowning. "Wasn't my pussy good enough for you?"

"That isn't – what?" he asked incredulously. "Yang, that isn't true at all."

Blake rubbed gentle circles around the very tip, making his cock tremble. "So – which one of us felt better? Was it me? Who fucked better?"

"Yeah, tell us," Yang prodded. "Was I tighter?"

Blake snickered. "Was I wetter?"

"Who made you cum harder?

Jaune grimaced. "I'm not answering that. Any of it."

Blake giggled. "Smart man."

They weren't angry, not really. Now that the fear and panic from being caught was beginning to wear off, it was obvious that they weren't going to beat his ass to a pulp. They'd planned this. When? He didn't know – but they'd done a good job of hiding it. Yang hadn't seemed anxious at all, knowing that Blake was laying in wait here. If they weren't angry at him, then they clearly had other designs. With Blake's hands on his cock, it was obvious what those plans were.

He couldn't believe it. This was every guy's dream; a threesome with two beautiful, amazing women. That is where this was leading, right? Where else could it go? His blood felt thick in his veins, blazing with heat. His skin tingled as desire curled in his belly, awakened more than ever at the thought of slamming two incredible girls at once. Two girls that were way out of his league. It made him feel dizzy.

Jaune was afraid that this was a dream and any moment, he would wake up. Or worse – when he let his guard down, they'd spring another trap. He'd thought they'd both be pissed at him, doing what he had. Wasn't that the normal response to something like that? There really was no two ways about it; his behavior made him an asshole. Sleeping with Yang, sleeping with Blake – and that wasn't even half of it. If they knew about the others... if Yang found out about Ruby , how would she feel then?

"How about we move to the bed?" Blake suggested. "And Yang – you can take off your prosthetic. You heard him, right? You have nothing to be ashamed of. Not with us."

Blake released his dick and stepped away and after a moment, Jaune let Yang down from her perch. She fell into him for a moment, using his body to steady her legs before she looked up at him. Her gorgeous eyes gazed at him with affection.

"You guys really mean it?"

He nodded.

She hesitated for a moment before reaching over, pressing on a hidden latch by the seam where metal met flesh. Jaune watched as she twisted the prosthetic arm and it disconnected with a snap. She dropped it to the floor unceremoniously. All that remained was a small metal cap over the end of her stump, one that she twisted free at the press of a button. It fell away after a hiss of released compressed air, dropping to the floor beside her metal arm.

The skin was relatively smooth with very little scar tissue, the end rounded just above where her elbow would usually be. From what Jaune knew about the injury, the cut had been incredibly clean. It had certainly helped with the healing.

Yang looked down meekly. Reaching forward, he cupped her cheek and lifted her face until she met his eyes.

"Beautiful," he said.

Blake stepped up beside him, cupping her other cheek.

"Beautiful," she parroted. "Don't ever think otherwise."

It was an emotional moment, ruined only by the fact that he was standing there with his pants halfway down his thighs and his erection bobbing between them impatiently. Yang saw this and snorted, bringing a hand up to wipe her eyes as she laughed. Blake smirked and reached down, giving it a light swat from underneath.

"I think this guy wants a little more attention," amber eyes blazed with barely contained lust. Jaune swallowed at the absolute look of desire she pinned him with. "How about we pamper him a little?"

Yang grinned naughtily. "Fine by me."

He knew he should say something. They needed to talk about whatever this was and – damn, now that he was thinking about it, the stuff with Nora and how similar it had been to Yang… but his desire wouldn't be denied, and Jaune allowed himself to be swept up in their tempo. 

After… maybe after...