#2koma

drinks and idling

prompt, original stud, mundane

jaune is great friends with ruby, which is why he is really trying to not sleep with her older sister, yang. but it is getting harder and harder, with her continuously teasing him. yang doesn't care that he is ruby's best friend, she will sleep with jaune.

seduce, sex, 2koma

"Oh, Lover Boy~."

Jaune Arc gulped as he found Yang Xiao Long, the older sister of his best friend Ruby Rose. He returned to the Team JNPR Dorm Room to unwind after a long study session, only to find the eyecatching brawler in his dorm. He's great friends with the silver-eyed reaper, which is why he is trying to not sleep with Yang, who seems to be doing her best to seduce him. That goal was becoming harder and harder with the busty blonde continuously teasing the aspiring swordsman. For the sake of his friendship with Ruby, he wasn't going to indulge her, but Yang didn't seem to care.

"The others are away," Yang purred, wearing a button-up t-shirt too big for her and revealing her cleavage. "It's just us~."

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Plapp!-Plapp!-Plapp!-Plapp!-Plapp!-Plapp!--!!

"Aaaahhhh!!!" Yang moand, naked and bent over doggystyle. "I knew you would come around--OOOOOoooohh fuuuuhuuuuck~!!!"

The busty powerhouse of Team RWBY clutched the bedsheets, her head down and her ass raised up in the air. She felt Jaune ramming his bare hips back and forth against her shapely buttocks, pumping his thick cock in and out of her tight slit. He thrusts at a steady pace, but plunges deep inside her slick depths, while his balls swing and slap against her clit. Yang moaned at the top of her lungs, feeling like she was in heaven.

"Y-You kept teasing me," Jaune replied to the Busty Brawler, while thrusting his pelvis back and forth against her ass.

Prompt

Original Male Stud Mundane AU

Jaune doesn't have a date for the dance but Nora says that she got the perfect person to go with him. He was happy about that especially to move on from the Kali stuff... until he sees that SHE is the date that Nora got him. Not only will the MILF tease him when she arrives but when they dance Kali will make sure to dance in a sexual way. Especially if Nora plays whatever music to help her with Jaune.

(2-Koma) (Seduce) (Dirty Dance) (Older Woman/Younger Man)

The air in the school gym thrummed with a nervous energy, a mix of cheap cologne, hairspray, and the faint scent of blossoming teenage romance. Jaune Arc, however, was experiencing none of the latter. He leaned against a wall, nursing a punch that tasted suspiciously like diluted fruit juice, watching his friends pair off. Another dance, another evening alone. He’d almost given up hope, resigned to a night of awkwardly trying to blend into the wallpaper, when Nora Valkyrie, a force of nature in a slightly-too-bright pink dress, materialized beside him.

"Jaune! What are you doing sulking? I told you I had it handled!" she declared, practically vibrating with excitement.

Jaune blinked. "Handled what? My eternal single status?"

Nora rolled her eyes, a mischievous glint in them. "The dance, silly! I found you the perfect date. Trust me, you're going to love her. She’s… mature. Experienced. Exactly what you need to get over… well, you know. The usual stuff."

Jaune felt a flicker of hope. "Really? Someone's actually willing to go with me?" He tried to sound casual, but his heart did a little flutter. He’d been trying to move on from a few awkward crushes, including a recent, rather mortifying, internal infatuation with a certain older woman he knew tangentially. A fresh start sounded incredible. "Who is it? When are they getting here?"

Nora just grinned, a look that promised both delight and impending chaos. "Oh, she’ll be here. And trust me, you won't miss her entrance."

True to Nora's word, a collective gasp rippled through the gym about fifteen minutes later. Heads turned, conversations died, and even the DJ seemed to falter for a beat. Jaune, caught in the general magnetic pull, turned to see what the fuss was about.

And then his jaw dropped.

Standing at the entrance, bathed in the soft, multicolored glow of the dance lights, was Kali Belladonna.

She was an absolute vision. The white cheongsam dress she wore clung to her every curve, a daring slit up the side showcasing a long, toned leg. The fabric stretched taut across her generous chest, hinting at the seductive valley between, while the open back revealed a tantalizing expanse of smooth, dark skin. Her dark, shaggy hair framed a face that was both elegant and alluring, her amber eyes, topped with delicate cat ears, sparkling with knowing amusement. She looked like she'd stepped out of a dream, or perhaps a very expensive magazine spread.

And she was looking directly at him.

A slow, predatory smile spread across her lips as she began to walk, her hips swaying with a confident grace that made every other woman in the room seem to fade into the background. Jaune felt a flush creep up his neck, his earlier desire to "move on from Kali stuff" evaporating in a puff of smoke. How could he move on from this?

She reached him, her smile widening as she took in his stunned expression. "Well, hello there, Jaune," she purred, her voice a low, husky melody that sent shivers down his spine. She leaned in, her scent—a sophisticated blend of jasmine and something uniquely her own—enveloping him. "Nora tells me you're my date for the evening. I must say, she has excellent taste." Her gaze dropped pointedly to his suddenly very prominent Adam's apple, then back up to his wide, deer-in-headlights eyes. "Though, I do believe you've gone a little pale, darling. Is the sight of me too much for you?"

Her words, soft and teasing, were a direct hit, and Jaune could only manage a strangled cough in response. Nora, bless her meddling heart, clapped him on the shoulder. "See? Told you she was perfect!"

Kali chuckled, a rich, warm sound that promised a night of delightful torment. "He certainly looks… eager." She winked, and Jaune felt his knees weaken. This was going to be a very, very long night. And a very, very interesting one.

X-xx-X

The initial shock eventually wore off, replaced by a constant, simmering awareness. Kali was a master of subtle provocation. A brush of her hand against his arm as she laughed at one of his clumsy jokes, a lingering glance that made his stomach flip, the way her dress shifted with every movement, offering fleeting glimpses of skin. Jaune felt like he was walking a tightrope, desperately trying to maintain composure while every fiber of his being screamed for more.

Then, Nora, ever the orchestrator, seized control of the DJ booth. The music shifted, the beat deepening, becoming more sensual, more insistent. It was a slow, R&B track, heavy with bass and a hypnotic rhythm. Kali’s eyes met Jaune’s, a challenge and an invitation swirling within their amber depths.

"Well, darling," she murmured, her hand slipping into his, her fingers intertwining with his in a surprisingly firm grip. "Shall we dance?"

Jaune could only nod, his voice lodged somewhere in his throat. She led him to the center of the dance floor, her movements fluid and confident. As the music swelled, Kali moved closer, her body swaying against his. It wasn't a fast dance, but it was intensely intimate. Her hips began to roll, a slow, deliberate undulation that pressed against his front, sending a jolt of heat through him.

"Relax, Jaune," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, her voice a low purr that was almost lost in the music. "Just feel the rhythm."

But it wasn't just the rhythm he was feeling. It was the soft curve of her back under his hand, the intoxicating scent of her, the way her chest brushed against his with every sway. She leaned back slightly, her gaze locking with his, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She moved her hands up his chest, her touch light and teasing, before letting them rest around his neck.

Then, she began to really dance. Her hips moved with a deliberate, almost hypnotic circular motion, grinding softly against him, slowly, then a little faster, then a languid, teasing drag. Each movement was calculated, designed to drive him absolutely wild. Jaune felt his face flush crimson, his breath catching in his throat. He was acutely aware of every inch of her body pressed against his, the way her thighs brushed against his, the gentle pressure of her breasts.

"Having fun, Jaune?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear. "You seem a little… stiff. Don't worry, I can help you loosen up."

She punctuated the statement with another slow, sensual grind, and Jaune let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His hands, which had been tentatively resting on her waist, tightened, pulling her even closer. This was far beyond anything he'd ever experienced. It was bold, it was brazen, and it was utterly intoxicating.

Nora, from the DJ booth, suddenly cranked up the bass, the vibrations echoing through the floor and straight into Jaune’s very core. Kali chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his chest. She pressed her body even closer, her curves molding against his, leaving no doubt about the intention behind her movements. Her head tilted back slightly, her eyes half-lidded, a picture of pure, unadulterated seduction.