Lucky-38's Smut Corner

Yang building up her cocky seduction of the faunus only to bolt for a man just seems funny

CW for orientation play and infidelity.

They'd been on a date. Yang could remember that much. She'd been putting the moves on Blake, all her best material, and her girlfriend had been completely eating it up. Blushing, biting her lip, meeting her gaze...

Their hands had touched. They'd leaned in. And then they'd been interrupted.

Whitley Schnee, Weiss's little brother, had walked in like he'd owned the room. Owned the building. Owned them. Yang had felt butterflies in her stomach like a kid with her first crush all over again when he looked her over and made comments about how she could improve her outfit, and Blake's blushes and lip biting had turned towards the young boy as he commented on how well groomed and well behaved she was, up to the same quality that he'd expect from the faunus in his family's serving staff.

She'd been the one to unbutton his shirt, but Yang had been the one to pull it off of him. The boy had wrapped his fingers in her golden hair and pulled her into a kiss that stole her breath away, overwhelming her with so much lust that her hips rolled forward against his belly. It didn't matter that he was shorter than her, he'd pulled her down to his level, and the sting of him tugging her hair was enough to make her start soaking her panties.

Blake was joining in as much as she could, pressing herself to his back and peppering kisses along his neck and his shoulders, the dark lipstick she'd worn for Yang smearing off onto Whitley's pale skin.

Before long, he tugged Yang away and turned his head to kiss her girlfriend with just as much control and skill as he'd used with her. Yang, just like Blake, found that she couldn't force herself to stay idle. She kissed his collarbone, tongue darting out to trail over his smooth skin. She pressed herself against him as tightly as she could, Blake's muffled moans only driving her on further.

Her lips brushed over one of his nipples, and she swirled her tongue around it. Her reward was feeling the stunningly-sized bulge in his dress pants throbbing against her, and the sensation nearly made her squeal in excitement.

She wrapped her lips around it and sucked gently, looking up to his face nervously for signs of approval. Whitley stopped kissing her girlfriend just long enough to lower his gaze down to her with a smirk, and condescendingly patted her head.

Yang groaned against his chest, the damp spot between her legs soaking all the way through to become visible on her shorts.

The pat become a press, though, and Yang eagerly followed his direction down to her knees, keeping her cheek pressed against him to rub against his skin all the way down, unable to bear the thought of separating from him for even a second.

On his other side, Blake was following her down, her fingernails having left divots in his upper arm from how tightly she'd been clinging to him during the kiss.

Yang nuzzled against his bulge, and Blake purred loudly with her forehead against the small of his back. They wanted more, but he'd taken command of them so thoroughly in such a short time that they wouldn't do it without his permission.

He waited for several agonizing seconds, his grin widening as he glanced back and forth between the two girlfriends that he'd enthralled with such little effort, before finally clicking his tongue like one would at a pet. "You may begin."

Yang and Blake were accustomed to working together. On the battlefield, they could move as one unit... and they did exactly that here. Yang undid Whitley's buckle so that Blake could pull his belt through the loops while she turned her attention to his button and zipper. Their hands went to his waistband in unison, their fingers grazing there in a perverse parody of the intimate touch they'd shared just before he'd stepped into their lives, and they pulled down at the same time to bare Whitley in all his glory to them.

His cock was the most beautiful thing Yang had ever seen, pale and smooth like the rest of him but with a heft and weight to it that contrasted against Whitley's own elegant physique. She gripped it by the base and spent a moment swinging it down against her own features, smudging her carefully-applied makeup by beating Whitley's cock against her face, reveling in the primal sensation of being so utterly dominated by him.

Blake's own hunger couldn't even be held back as long as that. She delved in, the kiss that she'd once been moments from giving Yang planted firmly onto Whitley's asshole, along with another smear of her lipstick. Yang could hear the sloppy noises of Blake working her tongue against his hole, loosening it with each fervent lap so that she could wriggle it inside of him and bask fully in his musk, and became determined not to get left behind.

She looked up at Whitley and made eye contact, just barely resisting the urge to swoon as he glanced down imperiously. Instead, she mustered her confidence enough to wink playfully, then wrapped her lips around his cockhead and forced herself down.

She'd never deepthroated anything before. Why would she? She'd never been interested in a guy before. But her desire to please Whitley proved to be stronger than her gag reflex, and despite her mascara running in streaks down her cheeks from the tears in her eyes, she still managed to force her nose down to squish against Whitley's pelvis.

She stretched her tongue out, doing her best to curl it around Whitley's fat nuts, but they were just too big and rolled off the side. Her tongue did graze something else, though. Something slick, and warm, and oddly familiar...

Blake! She realized. With Blake's lips still locked against Whitley's asshole, she must have stuck her tongue out to worship his taint as well. Yang let out a choking moan around Whitley's cock- not because of her girlfriend, of course. Blake's tongue was simply still absolutely soaked in the flavor of Whitley's hole, and Yang could taste some of that delicious musk every time she grazed it with her own.

When Yang pulled back, the feeling of his cock leaving her throat nearly broke her heart. The only consolation was that she could shove herself back down right after, and would be rewarded with a powerful throb and a gush of precum.

Sometimes, Whitley's cock would throb and gush right onto her tongue as she pulled back, thanks to Blake's tongue diligently working inside of his ass.

The realization of that made Yang love Blake more than she ever had before.

Whitley didn't warn her that he was about to cum. He just grabbed her hair again and pulled her down to his base, sheathing his cock completely in her clenching throat as he started to pour cum into her belly.

If it had been up to her, Yang would have loved to pull back and taste every drop. But it wasn't up to her, and that was even better. She still got to enjoy some of it as he pulled back out, one last lazy spurt landing in her mouth before he dragged himself out of her lips, and the taste was enough to finally set off Yang's own orgasm, intense enough to make her eyes roll back as she squealed in bliss.

When she could finally focus again, Whitley had already turned around and was facefucking her girlfriend, the rough slap-slap-slap of his hips beating against Blake's face filling the air as he used her ears as handholds.

Yang's eyes dropped between his spread legs, catching a glimpse of his asshole, flexing now and then with Blake's lipstick smeared around the rim and her spit bubbling in the center.

She dove in, taking Blake's old spot with a slutty moan.

More specifically femJaune?

Don’t remember if you said it before or not

"Are you kidding me!?" Weiss exclaims, stomping her foot. "This is the trouble with the maids all over again!"

Whitley turns his head, looking back over his slender shoulder at his sister with a smug grin. Currently, he had Yang pinned down beneath him on Blake's bed, legs locked around his boyish hips with his cock buried in her cunt. Blake herself had her face between Whitley's legs, the sounds of frantic kissing coming from where her lips were undoubtedly locked against his asshole."Oh, hello sister. Just a moment."

He drags his cock out of her, over a foot of meat glistening with the blonde's juices before he hammers it back in one last time. Yang howls at the ceiling, juices soaking into her girlfriend's bedsheets as she cums her brains out, Blake lowering her head so that she can lick the juices off the inside of Whitley's thighs. Meanwhile, Whitley just lets out a single tense grunt... but from Weiss's vantage point, it's incredibly obvious that he's started to cum as well. His perfectly smooth, plump balls are visibly flexing, clenching up and and tightening against Yang's ass over and over again as they dump his virile load into her womb. The sight of it is almost hypnotic, it seems to go on forever, with Yang's own orgasm only becoming louder and messier with each pulse as she shudders beneath him.

On more than one occasion, a woman has walked in on Whitley knocking up some poor girl and been enthralled by the sight before Weiss now, drawn in by the sheer virility on display on such a slender and elegant young man, ending up on her knees and kissing them as she waited her own turn.

Weiss was better than that, though. It wasn't her first time seeing this, anyway. Every female maid they had back in Atlas had at least one white-haired child waiting for them at home.

She'd thought that he'd control himself for the duration of this visit, however. At least for her own damn team!

As he pulled himself out of Yang, her bloated belly a glimpse of what the future held for her, it was incredibly obvious that she'd been mistaken.

Weiss sighs. "At least you somehow managed to miss Ruby. Half a team is better than no team at all."

Somehow, Whitley's grin grew even smugger without saying a word. Weiss put her face in her hands with a groan. "Oh, for...where is she?"

"Oh, she'll be out any minute now." Whitley airily replied. "Though, she should probably hurry up." He snapped his fingers sharply, and there was a thump from the bathroom before Ruby threw the door open.

She looked like a whore. Her 'shirt' was a white silk mesh that was thin enough that the shadow of her nipples was fully visible underneath, and her skirt had been discarded to leave her in nothing but a pair of tight spats, also white and nigh-transparent. The only thing left alone was her red cloak.

The capstone, of course, was a collar around her throat, that could perhaps be mistaken for a choker from a distance if it wasn't for the elegantly embroidered Property Of Whitley Schnee label wrapping around it.

"I'm sorry!" She blurted out. "I got distracted admiring myself in the mirror and- oh, hey Weiss! Do you like the new outfit?"

Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose. Of course he'd brought some of the new maid uniforms with him. He'd been planning this from the start. "I preferred your old one." She grumbled.

"But her old one would look so out of place in her new line of work!" Whitley laughed. He took a seat next to Yang's fucked-out body and casually shoved Blake (also wearing a collar, with a jingling tag) into her girlfriend's creampied pussy. "Oh, right, I forgot to mention. I hired her. Not the other two, though." Ruby pranced over and knelt by his feet. The femboy spread his legs invitingly, and the redhead leaned in to lovingly smooch the tip of his cock before starting to clean the fresh cum and Yang's juices off of it.

"How generous to leave me the two." Weiss deadpanned. "And in such pristine condition, too."

"The lovely faunus girl might have gotten addicted to tonguing my hole while I bred her girlfriend." Whitley admitted with a casual shrug. "So, I probably should hire her on as well. And- oh, why not. I'll complete the set. I'd hate to separate them!"

Ruby started deepthroating his cock, bobbing her head up and down eagerly, and Whitley gave her an encouraging pat.

Weiss glared at him. He smiled back at her. Neither spoke, the only noises the slurping sounds from Blake, the soft moans from Yang, and the eager choking grunts from Ruby. Eventually, Weiss finally broke the stalemate. "You did this on purpose."

"And why would I do that?" Whitley tilted his head innocently.

"To get me back to Atlas!" Weiss snapped.

"Well, it's not so bad there anymore." Whitley shrugged. "Father doesn't talk much after that dreadful accident he had- one misplaced puddle of wine sending a man tumbling down three flights of stairs, how awful- and I've effectively taken over the estate and the business. You'd flourish there!"

There was another standoff, Weiss staring him down and Whitley doing his best innocent little brother impression. Once again, he lasted longer.

"When will you stop trying to seduce me?" Weiss growled.

Whitley's smile widened. He laced his fingers behind his head, showing off his beautifully slender nude body, Ruby eagerly choking herself on his dick between his legs. "Why, sister, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play coy with me." She jabbed her finger at him. "You've been arranging for me to walk in on scenes like this since you hit puberty- and you were an early bloomer! You keep joining me to share the bath and the sauna-"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, it fosters closeness!" Whitley interjected.

"-You wanted to sleep in my bed with me because of 'nightmares' for six months straight-" "Father's outbursts made me a very troubled child."

"And when your cock ended up against my back under my nightgown?"

Whitley shrugged. "I tossed and turned in my sleep."

"Oh, for-" Weiss throws her arms up. "You're impossible." She turns to storm out of the room, and makes it to the door before Whitley calls out to her.

"Weiss, wait." She looks back at him, and sees him pull Ruby off his cock by her collar, exposing the whole magnificent length of it, freshly shined and throbbing with lust. Her brother looks at her with open desire, and spreads his legs a bit further.

"Would it really be so terrible to try?"

Weiss turns and stomps out the door.

She can't let him see how dry her mouth has become. She can't let him notice the tiny shaking in her knees. She can't let him detect the flush in her cheeks. She can never, ever, let Whitley know how close she is to giving in and finding out what he has that's so special. Because if she does... she might never want anything else.

Back in the room, Whitley glances down at Ruby. She nuzzles against his cock. "You'll get her eventually, master." She encourages him. "If I know Weiss, it's that all that prickly outside is hiding a lot of love underneath it!

"I was so sure I had her this time." He sighed.

Ruby giggled. "Well, you'll just have to make do with us for a little while."

"The horror." Whitley laughed. "Now, up on the bed you little minx. Your sister's baby is going to need a sibling to play with."

Ruby squealed in delight and leapt into his lap, guiding his cock into her soaking pussy as she started to ride him.

Whitley lay back on Yang's belly to enjoy it, a snap of his fingers enough to direct Blake to his chest so he could stroke her hair and praise his kitty for doing such a good job so far.

Whitley is always fun. I like dominant shotas/femboys in general, but anything with a strong focus on dom/sub stuff is good, and rough breeding.

Blake was lounging on her bed, reading one of her books, when the door opened.

Weiss's brother had come by to visit earlier, but she'd stayed in. One Schnee was quite enough for her, thank you very much, even if Weiss was getting better. So, when she saw Whitley walking in on his own, she arched an eyebrow. "I think they were going to meet you down at the landing pads." She murmured.

"Oh, fascinating. They allow pets in the dorms." Whitley sniffed.

Blake blinked. There's no way she'd heard that correctly, right? But Whitley was only just beginning, as he walked over towards her.

"Well? Off the furniture, animal. God knows what you'd do to a nice bedspread like this. Claw it to shreds, most likely, for one of your little nests." He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground.

Blake closed her book and leapt to her feet. "Excuse me? What did you just say!?"

"Four ears and you still can't listen. Incredible that my sister's put up with you for so long. Being in Vale has been terrible for her, to tolerate you walking around without a collar." Whitley rolls his eyes. "Look, you got off the bed though, so that's nice. You're naturally obedient, like the rest of your kind. Look, I'll buy you a treat later."

Blake stormed over to deck the pale boy, but as she got close he simply reached up and started rubbing under her chin. And she...froze.

It felt good. It felt really good, frissons of pleasure running up and down her spine as his fingers gently teased her skin.

"You...you...!" She muttered.

"Shh. Animals don't talk. They mewl, and they purr." Whitley giggled. He reached up, his other hand rubbing between Blake's ears. It made her go limp as he started to scratch there too, fully resting her head in his hand as he worked on her. "Purr for me." He commanded.

Blake started purring. It just...felt so nice, and relaxing.

Ruby hid her face in her cloak, wishing more than anything that she could just swallow herself up in it and vanish. Her teammates, who would usually be fast to leap to her defense against a jerk like Cardin, were too stunned by what he was saying to act.

Or rather, what he was reading.

A small book with Ruby's emblem sketched onto the front, it was her personal diary. She usually kept it hidden alongside her gunsmithing tools, but today she must have left them in the workshop, allowing Cardin to find it. And the entry he was reading...

"After reading about it in one of Blake's books (I can't let her know I snuck a peak at them!) I really just had to try playing with my ass!" Cardin gleefully parodied Ruby's higher pitched voice as he read, holding the book up so everyone could get a good look at the source material. "I got a bottle of mineral oil like the book said, and when I had the room to myself one day, I lay back and spent almost twenty minutes working a finger in. But oh wow, it was SOOOOO worth it! It was a weird, different kind of stretching than normal, and it was so NAUGHTY! The whole thing was incredibly exciting. It only took me a few more minutes to get my second finger in there, and then I wiggled them around a bunch to feel my butthole stretch in all the different ways!"

Ruby lifted her hood up to glance at Yang, hoping that her sister was ready to jump up and deck Cardin for violating her privacy.

Instead of defensiveness, all Ruby saw was shock on Yang's face, the blonde's jaw had dropped as she listened to the filth Cardin was reading out.

Cardin continued on, reading out Ruby's descriptions of what kind of toys that she wanted to try, and how she was planning to get them and hide them.

He couldn't even keep himself from cackling as he read out the last line. "I saw one toy called the Goliath Trunk online. It's the size of my leg! There's no way I can fit it...but one day, I wanna try!"

Ruby couldn't take it anymore. She got up from the table and bolted, burning with shame and embarrassment.

Seeking privacy more than anything else, she ran and eventually found an empty classroom somewhere on campus, ducking in and shrieking into her hands.

She wasn't sure how long she did that before the door swung open again. Cringing, she turned around, expecting to see her teammates...only to find Cardin swaggering in instead. "Trail of rose petals all the way here. You suck at hiding, girlie."

"You- you jerk!" Ruby yelled, stomping over to him. "I hate you!"

"Yeah, sure." He smirked. "But I think you'll like what I've got to offer." He reached out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her towards him as he forced her to feel his groin- and the massive bulge hidden there. Ruby flinched back with a yelp, but he didn't let her go. Instead, he started making her stroke him, letting her feel him twitch and throb through his uniform's pants. "Bigger than your fingers, right?"

Ruby looked up at him, eyes wide. This...this couldn't actually be happening. She couldn't seriously consider this!

"Get on your fucking knees, you little slut."

(Content Warning: You guys can see it.) "Pleashe...!" Weiss's words were slurred as if she was drunk. She might as well have been, actually, with all the substances she was on.

There was a kind of fruit native to Kuo Kuana, a kind of red berry with juice that loosened inhibitions and set a fire in someone's loins. The locals called it a 'popped cherry', because any virgin who ate one would inevitably let themselves be deflowered in a matter of minutes.

Right now, she was getting another dose, a burly horse faunus chuckling as he shoved his balls in her mouth and poured the juice down the crease. Despite her initial reluctance, Weiss slurped it up with glee, the taste of the 'popped cherry' drink mixed with faunus nutsweat quickly becoming her favorite thing in the world.

Behind her, the others were making a game of who could shove the most vibrating eggs into her holes before she started squeezing them out. At the beginning, she could only get one or two. But now, she was so loosened up that there were at least a dozen her pussy and in her ass.

As Weiss started sucking on the flared horsecock of the faunus in front, she ended up moaning around his dick as someone's entire fist was crammed into her ass, doubling the amount of buzzing toys lodged back there.

Ruby, in love with Weiss, but she was taken by Salem for who knows how long. Perhaps even pregnant with Weiss’s child if we want to give her a cock. But…

Instead, I'm gonna ask for prompts that are fucked up and dark. Caveat: My usual restrictions against gore, bodily waste, and characters like Jacques are still in effect.

And I'm putting this one in its own line because it's very important: No Realism. Let me explain that one, because it might sound a little ridiculous when I'm asking for dark stuff.

I like writing bad ends, horrible situations, sadomasochistic scenes, humiliation, degradation, and all sorts of other nastiness. However, one key thing for me is that the girl (or boy) on the receiving end is masochistic enough to be enjoying it, even if they hate how much they're enjoying it. You guys have probably picked up on that in my writing.

So, when I ask for prompts that are extra dark and fucked up, that means stuff like...Blake getting earfucked until her intelligence is lowered to subhuman levels, Yang vanishing into the backrooms of Junior's club where she's left squirting herself silly as clients put out cigars on her clit, Weiss running away from home and being reduced to snorting drugs off the ballsack of a faunus gangster, Ruby so thoroughly broken by Salem that she's giggling with glee while giving birth directly over a Grimm pool so her children are turned into Hound pups before they've taken their first breath.

You know. Fucked up, but they're still cumming their brains out.