He needed a cold shower.

  Jaune woke in the dead of night, sweat clinging to his skin like a second layer. Each movement felt sluggish as he stumbled out of bed, his feet dragging against the cold floorboards. He blinked hard, trying to clear his vision enough to navigate the shadows swallowing the room.

  But then—

  “Ngh… Jaune?”

  Nora's voice pierced the haze, rough with sleep. She turned toward him, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. “What are you…?”

  A thick silence settled between them, punctuated by the rustle of sheets. Nora sat up, her vibrant hair a wild mess. She wasn’t wearing anything except a pair of bubblegum-pink panties, her chest rising and falling as if trying to keep pace with her breath. The soft chill in the air coaxed goosebumps to bloom on her skin, her nipples a pale pink against her otherwise flushed form.

  Jaune froze, his steps arrested mid-stride. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her like this—but now, for once, he wasn’t the only one caught speechless.

  Nora’s gaze dipped, a spark of awareness flickering to life. Her mouth curled into a mischievous grin.

  “Oh, gods…” she whispered, a breathless laugh slipping through. “What are you hiding down there, Crocea Mors?”

  “I’ll just…” He gestured vaguely toward the bathroom.

  Nora leaned back against her pillows, her legs parting just enough to be provocative. Her fingers drifted below the edge of her underwear, tracing slow, deliberate circles. Her eyes shimmered with playful edge.

  “You could stay…” Her voice softened.

  He hesitated, the room narrowing around the two of them. “You mean…?”

  “Jaune,” she gasped, her cheeks flushed. “We’ve been roommates for what, a month now? I think it’s time we stop pretending we don’t need to get fucked every now and then…”

  Her words struck like a match, igniting something raw inside him. Thought dissolved into impulse. He tore off his shirt and let it fall somewhere forgotten. Closing the space between them, he stood at the edge of her bed, his breath shallow.

  Nora giggled, her laughter laced with anticipation. She shifted forward onto her stomach, her fiery hair spilling over her shoulders as she looked up at him. Her fingers hooked into his waistband, and with a tug, his pants and underwear slipped down.

  He heard her breath catch as his length fell against her cheek, warm, heavy and throbbing. A moment of awe flickered across her wide eyes, her thoughts suspended as she took him in, half of her vision covered by meat.

  “God…” she whispered, swallowing hard. Her voice trembled with a mixture of surprise and desire. “I thought we were just… playing around a bit.”

  The humor in her words barely veiled her fears. Her pulse raced, but she pushed aside hesitation. Leaning forward, she drew a slow, deliberate lick from the base to the tip, allowing him to steal another one of her senses. The sensation imprinted itself in her mind—the heat, the taste, the subtle pulse beneath her tongue.

  A shiver rolled through Nora, her fingers curling into the sheets. She repeated the motion, savoring every inch, her tongue mapping out his desire with each pass. The world around them faded, leaving only the shared heat of breath and the electrifying connection of skin meeting skin.

  “Nora… can you… stop teasing?” Jaune’s voice was thick with need.

  She smirked, her face red with embarrassment, understanding his frustration, though the thought of taking something so massive into her mouth sent a flutter of anxiety into her guts. Still, the desire to please him overpowered her hesitation. She wrapped her lips around the soft, flushed tip of his cock, her tongue teasing the sensitive, dripping ridge as she sucked gently.

  Hoping for a taste of approval, the girl turned her gaze up. Their eyes met—his gaze dark and clouded with hunger. His hand slid down to her forehead, fingers threading through her hair. He gave a gentle tug, guiding her closer as his hips pushed forward, his lust overriding restraint.

  Jaune groaned, his breath ragged as he slipped deeper into her mouth. Panic was born at the edges of Nora’s mind, but she forced it back, her lips sealing around him. Her breathing grew uneven as he moved, his rhythm unhurried, each thrust a sensual glide along her tongue, marking every corner of her mouth with that overpowering taste.

  She surrendered to the moment, closing her eyes and letting herself fall into the motion. The room filled with the quiet symphony of breathless moans and the slick sounds of her shameless devotion. Heat pooled between her thighs, her free hand slipping down to explore herself. Her fingers found her folds soaked and sticky, her underwear a damp mess.

  She loved the restrictive feeling of Jaune’s hand holding her in place, forcing her to stay still as he fucked her face into submission, his dominance making her feel small yet safe. Protected, used, owned.

  She had never been so wet.

  But he needed more.

  Emboldened, Jaune pushed forward, seeking the depths of her mouth as if it was his to use. He groaned, lost in the feeling, until—

  Her throat clenched. He’d poked too deep.

  Nora gagged, a sharp gasp escaping as she pulled back, coughing. Her eyes watered, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to catch her breath.

  Jaune’s grip vanished instantly, panic replacing his desire. “Nora?! Are you okay?”

  She swallowed hard, managing a shaky smile. “Geez…” She chuckled, the sound a mix of humor and breathlessness. “Did no one teach you how to treat a lady?”

  “I didn’t mean to—”

  “No, no… it’s okay.” She took a deep breath. “Let me...”

  Sliding off the bed, she knelt before him, the floor cool against her knees. Her fingers curled around his slick, heated length, marveling at the way it pulsed beneath her touch. A thrill ran through her as she took in the sight—the glistening sheen left by her efforts. She had managed to take so much of it into her small mouth… Nora could only imagine what her face looked like as he turned it into just another hole for his pleasure.

  Jaune didn’t have to imagine; he’d seen it—the brief flicker of embarrassment and weakness she fought to hide, the way she struggled to steady herself. That hint of vulnerability painting her cheeks pink made Nora look more human, more beautiful than ever before. For the first time, she looked vulnerable, open.

  And gods, he needed her.

  Without a word, his eyes locked onto hers, he gripped his shaft and traced the tip along her barely parted lips, the slick warmth smearing over that perfect pink on a shameless moment of naked lust.

  A silent command.

  Her breath caught and her heart slowed down, pupils dilating as if bewitched, charmed, entranced. Her mouth opened slowly, willingly, without thought, the hesitation replaced by a hunger that mirrored his own, her tongue flicking out to taste him—tentative, then desperate. Every breath, every taste, was poison, and Nora wanted nothing more than to drown on it.

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  Jaune’s hands tangled in her hair, a low groan escaping as he pushed himself into the velvet heat of her mouth. He didn’t hold back, his hips surging forward until he brushed the edge of her limits, barely managing to stop himself before pushing down her throat.

  Nora moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his core. Her fingers clutched his thighs, nails scraping lightly into his defined physique, exploring his muscles to distract herself from the feeling of her own thoughts being fucked away. Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the rhythm, each wet sound blending into a raw symphony of need.

  “Good girl…” Jaune gasped, not even thinking about it, giving her head a soft caress.

  The sight, the feeling of Nora shily but eagerly matching his pace was almost too much for Jaune to take on. He tapped dangerously within the line of her limits, and she trusted herself to him completely, the barrier slowly being pushed back every time Jaune explored the end of her mouth, teasing her throat with the threat—and the promise—of slamming into it, claiming it for himself.

  But Jaune knew better. He’d seen her gag, cry and struggle for breath. He would never force her to take more than she could, he would never harm her.

  So she did.

  As Jaune thrust into her soft, precious face, she leaned in, determination flashing in her eyes. His cock slid deeper, forced past the tight barrier of her throat. A strangled gasp escaped her, but she didn’t stop. Her lips sealed around the base of his girth before any of them could think about it, her nose pressed flush to his abdomen, her throat stretched and filled beyond anything she’d imagined. She tried to smile but she couldn’t. There was no moving on her own anymore, only waiting for him to release her.

  They paused, looking at each other in silent acknowledgement of what’d just happened, the sound of their shared, heavy, warm breathing pushing back the silence of the night. Her eyes were shimmering with tears, his wide with awe and desire. But Jaune could recognize what she wanted, the flicker of raw, pure lust hidden behind her gaze.

  And he was going to give it to her.

  Jaune’s jaw clenched. He slid out slowly, the drag of her throat sending sparks through his veins, until just the tip rested on her tongue. Nora answered with a loving, innocent, heartfelt kiss onto his manhood. His fingers tightened in her hair. He drove himself onto her face, deliberate and relentless, until her lips met his base again and again. Her throat clenched around him, tight, slick, perfect. She stayed there, held in place, a willing captive, puppet of lust.

  Both of them stood frozen in that moment, locked together. Time seemed to stand still, the world fading into nothingness. The boundaries of where one ended and the other began dissolved entirely, leaving only the undeniable connection that tethered them.

  And then, like a breaking tide, it started again.

  Jaune was close—no, he was already well beyond his limit. Every muscle in his body strained, his abdomen tight with effort as he fought to hold himself back. The rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting grew faster, more urgent, filling the air with a heated cadence that drowned out everything else. The line between restraint and surrender blurred every time his hips met her delicate face, turning into a mess full of strings of saliva, sweat and precum.

  “Nora… I’m…” Jaune’s voice was rough, the words barely forming in his mind, let alone escaping his lips. He wasn’t sure she could even hear him over the symphony of their shared cries, wet sounds of sucking and gagging drowning anything else.

  But Jaune couldn’t stop himself, not anymore.

  He clutched her tightly as the orgasm pushed through, his body trembling as he poured himself into her like a wild animal. Nora welcomed him with fervor, her throat working tirelessly to match his rhythm. Each swallow was accompanied by a soft, contented moan, her body responding instinctively to the warmth that filled her, mindlessly offering thanks to its new owner.

  And as he began to pull away, his breath ragged and his body spent, she held him firm, her hands pressing against his hips. Her lips refused to part, determined to savor every last drop of him. Her eyes fluttered closed as she kept on milking his stiff cock with her shallow breaths, a low hum of satisfaction vibrating through her as she made sure not a single drop was left behind.

  Finally, Nora let out a sharp gasp, her body giving in the moment Jaune pulled his cock free, as if her strings had been cut. She collapsed onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling with shallow, erratic breaths. Her flushed face, now streaked with cum, showed a dazed expression—half-ruined, half-radiant, with a contented smile tugging at her lips. Jaune stared down at her, a pang of disbelief flickering in his chest.

  This—all of this—was his doing.

  She looked both utterly spent—broken, used—and utterly beautiful, her vulnerability striking in the dim light. A thousand thoughts flickered in his mind, but they all dissolved as he instinctively reached out. Gently, he scooped her into his arms, cradling her small, limp frame against his chest. Carefully, he carried her to her bed, the room settling into a hush broken only by the soft rustle of sheets. As he laid her down, Jaune lingered for a moment, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. He pressed a tender kiss to her neck, his lips brushing against her skin with a featherlight touch.

  His hands found her abdomen, tracing slow, soothing circles as if grounding her back into herself. Her body stirred faintly beneath his touch, though her exhaustion kept her still.

  “Jaune?” she asked, feeling her throat sore.

  “Shhh… It’s okay.”

  Nora's underwear clung to her, soaked and translucent, the damp fabric molding to the curves of her hips. Jaune’s fingers hooked into the waistband, the slow, deliberate motion of sliding them down her thighs making her tremble. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his eyes never leaving hers as he revealed her, little by little.

  For the first time, he saw her completely—laid bare before him.

  Nora had always thought teasing Jaune was her game, her weapon. But now, with his gaze tracing every line of her exposed body, heat blooming across her skin, she felt stripped of every defense. Truly naked, in a way she’d never known before, both wanting to hide and let herself be explored.

  “I-I think I already came…” she whispered, only half-jokingly, not sure she could take any more pleasure.

  “Let me make sure, then…”

  He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, soft, featherlight kisses trailing down her skin. Each touch sent shivers up her spine. Her body reacted instinctively, every brush of his mouth against her trembling flesh intensifying the heat pooling in her core. The chill of the room contrasted sharply with the warmth radiating from her, each cool touch of air against her begging folds making her twitch in anticipation.

  By the time Jaune’s lips reached her center, Nora was trembling, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. A soft whimper escaped her as his tongue parted her, coaxing her open with an effortless tenderness. The wetness between her legs only made it easier for him, his mouth moving in time with her shallow, desperate breaths.

  “Jaune! Oh god… Please, slow… I’m—” she gasped, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure came down.

  He didn’t stop. His thumb pressed gently against her, holding her steady as his tongue explored, each deliberate lick inviting her to let go, to surrender to the pleasure he offered. His every motion was careful, as if mapping her, learning her. He kissed, sucked, and lavished her with a reverence that left her trembling, her body arching toward him as if drawn by gravity.

  But then, just as the crescendo began to build, Jaune stopped.

  Nora’s eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy with confusion. “W-What?” she managed, her voice raw, almost pleading. Her chest rose and fell with the effort of catching her breath.

  Jaune didn’t answer with words. Instead, he shifted, his strong frame moving over hers. She felt him align with her, his half-hard length pressing against her, the motion unashamed. The friction drew a startled gasp from her lips, her body responding instinctively to the unsubtle tease.

  “We could…” he whispered, caressing her hips.

  He shifted again, leaning closer. The heated press of him sent shockwaves through her. When his length brushed her folds, dipping in—just enough to tease, just enough to spark—giving them a subtle kiss, she felt her breath catch, her back arching involuntarily as her hands fisted the sheets.

  “No…” Nora gasped, her trembling hand pressing against his chest. Her voice was weak, her resolve even weaker. “We can’t… Yang…”

  “Yang?” Jaune echoed.

  “She wants to…” Nora mumbled, her cheeks flushed with a deep crimson, caught between embarrassment and yearning. “I shouldn’t… Please…”

  In truth, every fiber of her being screamed for her to give in. She wanted nothing more than for Jaune to push forward, to fill the aching void inside her and consume her completely. The thought sent heat coursing through her, a visceral, unrelenting need that made her muscles tense and her breath quicken. It took every ounce of her willpower to resist wrapping her legs around his hips, trapping him there until dawn, her cries echoing through the room as he claimed her utterly, letting everyone know that she belonged to him.

  Jaune exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening as he fought against his own desires. He wanted her—needed her—but her hesitation held him back. After rubbing himself into her entrance just enough to feel the tip start to push in, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling away, the absence of her moist heat almost unbearable.

  Instead, he settled by her side and slid his hand down, his fingers finding her needy hole, slipping past her slick folds with ease. His touch was precise, hungry, filling the space where his body had just been. His fingers curled, exploring her depths, drawing soft whimpers from her lips as she trembled beneath him. The digits slipped into Nora with ease, as her body had prepared itself for the most violent and dirty breeding.

  “And what exactly did Yang tell you?” Jaune asked, his tone equal parts curiosity and teasing.

  Nora’s resolve crumbled, her moans breaking free despite her efforts to stifle them. “Ah… She said…” Her voice hitched, her body shivering under his touch. “She said she wants to ride you… to look you in the eyes… until…”

  “Until what?” Jaune pressed, his voice low, intimate

  “Until you make a mess inside her…” Nora’s words tumbled out in a rush.

  The confession only seemed to spur Jaune on, his fingers moving with a newfound rhythm that matched the cadence of her voice. Each stroke found sensitive ridges, teasing and playing until her gasps turned into cries.

  “She said… she could feel you through her shorts!” Nora managed, her voice breaking into a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. “She even sent me a picture of herself… playing… She said she… she wants you so bad… for so long…”

  Her words trailed off into a moan as Jaune pressed on, his hand quickening its pace, his fingers exploring every curve and hollow inside her. Nora’s body trembled uncontrollably, her head tipping back as waves of pleasure overtook her.

  “That’s my good girl,” Jaune murmured, his voice soft and reassuring as his lips brushed against Nora’s ear. “You’ve done so well… now cum for me.”

  The low, firm command sent a shiver through Nora’s exhausted frame. The moment his fingers pressed upward her body betrayed her. A surge of overwhelming, flickering sensations broke through her like a dam bursting under pressure.

  Her cry filled the room, raw and sultry, echoing off the walls as her fingers clenched desperately at the sheets beneath her. The world around her blurred, reduced to the waves of euphoria cascading through her body, each one more consuming than the last. Jaune’s touch remained steady, guiding her through the storm as her muscles clenched tightly around him, her breath hitching in ragged gasps.

  The aftermath left its mark, a warm, wet testament to her release soaking the sheets. Still, Jaune’s fingers moved with care, coaxing out the final ripples of her climax, each motion drawing a soft, sweet cry from her lips.

  After coming down, Nora’s cheeks burned with shame as she instinctively tried to bury herself beneath her pillow. Her arms, weak from exhaustion, refused to cooperate, leaving her attempt half-hearted. Jaune’s gentle touch, his lips brushing tenderly along her skin, did little to quell the sting of embarrassment coursing through her. She hadn’t planned for things to go this far. Yet now, with her gaze locked onto his, a strange flutter took root in her chest—a mix of painful trepidation and a hesitant, charming warmth.

  “You’re such a meanie…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached for him, tugging him closer. Her back pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding her. “You better take responsibility if someone walks in on us like this.”

  Jaune chuckled softly, his lips ghosting over her shoulder before pressing a warm kiss to her skin. “Maybe we should let them,” he teased.

  For a moment, Nora froze, unsure whether to laugh or protest. The idea was mortifying, yet the way he held her—secure, unwavering—made her heart skip. She could feel the solid warmth of him against her, his presence a quiet reassurance. As Jaune’s arms tightened around her, his body settling into hers with no intention of moving, she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest as sleep began to claim him.

  Nora’s thoughts, however, refused to quiet. Her mind raced as she lay still, acutely aware of their shared vulnerability. Her resolve wavered, her body betraying her with a longing ache that coiled low in her belly. She bit her lip, stifling the urge to press herself against him, to push her hips down just enough to catch a feel of the warm rod of meat nested between her thighs.

  Instead, she sighed softly, cursing her sense of loyalty—and perhaps her heart—for being such a good friend. She knew, deep down, that patience would reward her. Soon enough, the barriers would fall again, and she would have her turn. For now, though, she let the quiet intimacy linger, savoring the warmth of his embrace, falling in love with his debilitating smell, letting herself be weak for him.