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Weird Days at Beacon (Repost)	By : Bolt-Action-Anon Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 16440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Average day
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A/N: Hey, sorry about that. Story got flagged for improper tags, and, um, I couldn't figure out how to edit them from the control panel. Maybe its because I'm an idiot. Anyway its back, and hopefully properly tagged. Enjoy.

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Beacon Academy. Vale's primary Huntsman training school, it had a long standing reputation for excellence. Several of the most skilled warriors in all of Remnant were Beacon alumni, though even common Huntsmen and Huntresses were generally rated as above average compared to Academies elsewhere. An uncommon saying among advocates and enemies alike regarding the school was "If you want the best, look no further."

For Jaune Arc, youngest child of the legendary Arc family, it made his life a unique type of weird.

Case in point: his present circumstances. It was late, getting closer and closer to dark outdoors. In the dorm room he shared with his team, he was peripherally aware of the encroaching nighttime at the communal desk. Yet he hardly noticed.

"Mm, just like that."

His attention was focused on the piece of schoolwork in front of him, a written report on the events of the Faunus Rebellion. He had to point out the mistakes made on both sides, military and diplomatic, and create a theoretical scenario on how the infamous event could have gone differently. There was no stated outcome he and the others in class had to reach, but Jaune was inclined to think a peaceful resolution was preferred.

"No-no, yeah, hah."

It was tricky but far from impossible to make his envisioned scenario happen, though it depended on several factors. He would've had a much harder time of it if he didn't have several friends to lend him a hand; from some recommended reading material to a tense discussion with Blake, he had the knowledge he needed to make his vision of a largely peaceful conclusion happen. All he needed to do was put it to paper, complete with references.

"Gah, oh god."

Of course, there was his present circumstances to make that difficult.

"C-closer, hng."

Namely, his two teammates were making a racket a few feet away from him. They were 'roughhousing' in the same sense as a fork was like a sword. Which was to say, they were distracting him with lots of noise.

"Ah, ha, right there" Nora Valkyrie panted, writhing on the bed.

The orange haired girl, always so cheerful and violent, was busy squirming on her back, unable to keep still. Her hands were digging into the sable hair, like she was trying to push the teen away. At the same time, her legs were wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him in place. Not that he was going anywhere; Lie Ren was at his favorite spot in the entire world, and nothing short of a rampaging Deathstalker was going to yank him out from between her legs.

While he preferred not to, Jaune felt obligated to check on their progress. Not to stop them (he knew that was less than pointless), but to see how far along they were until one or the other called it a night. He deliberately only craned his head from the desk, twisting his torso around just enough so to not strain his neck.

Jaune knew already Ren was shirtless, since he felt the thick garment pelt his chair mere moments after they returned to the room. The teen's well muscled chest was hardly visible, though his bare back was on full display. His hands were clutching Nora's thighs, either trying to keep the squirming girl still or to stop her from escaping. Surprisingly both were still half clothed; Nora had her PJ shirt on still, though it was clear she had no bra on underneath, if her nipples poking through the fabric were any indication. Ren's pants were still on too, not even unbuttoned.

It wasn't going to last however. Jaune knew that sooner or later, they would be putting the bed through its paces. Fully naked, thumping against each other, and completely uncaring of their roommates watching them.

Jaune turned back to his report, taking a second to check on the mutual bathroom. No sooner than he stopped to listen did the noises of the shower cut out. Internally he groaned, knowing already he wasn't going to finish his report tonight. Granted it wasn't due for another few days, but the sooner he knocked that out, the easier everything else would be.

"Right, right, th-hmmm!" Nora quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cry as her back arched.

She went limp, heaving in breath as she fell from the peak. Jaune didn't hear the bed creaking, so Ren was probably still in place, enjoying her orgasm from the front row seat.

The blond sighed. Resignedly he checked his jeans, seeing his erection straining against the fabric without surprise. Once upon a time he was terrified of others finding out he got a stiffy, even though it was a perfectly natural response to his friends having sex in the same room. Nowadays, he found himself in a zen like state of perfect apathy. Or put in a way that wasn't pretentious, Jaune no longer gave a fuck.

Speaking of a lack of fucks given, he heard the bathroom door swing open. A wave of wet heat brushed over him, heralding the arrival of his last teammate. One who's public persona was one of skill and refined power, of untarnished beauty, and so many other flowery things which played her up to be something beyond mortal men. Before Beacon he, like so many others, believed her to be this virtuous warrior, the archetype of what kind of Hunter they should strive to be.

A pair of arms encircled him, sliding over his shoulders to cross over his chest. A warm weight settled on one shoulder, the softly smiling redhead pressing her chin into the crook of her neck. Her breasts mashed against his back, with enough friction for him to know she was covered by a towel.

"Mmm" Pyrrha hummed in place, for the second enjoying the feel of him. Wisps of her damp hair settled on him, tracing goosebumps on his skin.

The truth was much different. Pyrrha Nikos may have prided herself on her self control, but she had her natural urges just like everyone else. For salty food, snore filled sleep, bathroom business, and since she arrived at Beacon, sex.

Jaune knew damn well the girl he loved was so far outside of his league he should have been counting himself lucky to even see her with his own eyes. Yet several nights a week, he was naked with her doing all kinds of naughty things, stuff innumerable boys and men across the Four Kingdoms could only dream of. He discovered many things about her which no one outside of this room knew; she was ticklish, her cup size was a B, had a thing for cheap horror movies, and until she met him, masturbated frequently. To keep herself from becoming too stressed, she claimed.

Which made what he had to say so much harder. "Can I finish this please?"

"Nope" she answered promptly, breaking her grip to reach for his crotch.

Jaune sighed and intercepted her hand, feeling the well contained strength in her arm. A quiet growl worked its way from her throat, and he could tell the beginnings of a scowl was coming over her features. Wryly he imagined his younger self would break space and time to slap him right now, for turning down free sex from such a hot woman.

When he discovered she too was mortified by Ren and Nora's nighttime activities, initially he felt relief that he wasn't alone in this purgatory. That was until she decided to emulate them, coming to the odd conclusion the only way to beat her embarrassment was to pummel it out of existence. Now, she was almost as much of a fiend as them. Not that he was any better.

"Idiot."

Taking a slow breath, Jaune creaked his head to the side once more, idly struggling with Pyrrha's hand. In the few seconds he wasn't looking, Nora had slid to the side to face him, propping her head up with her hands while she lay on her stomach. The girl's bare legs idly twirled behind her. Ren had stood up on his knees, undoing his pants as he too gave the blond a dry look.

"And what, pray tell, would you prefer I do?" Jaune asked her, snatching the redhead's other wrist before it reached her objective. This time an annoyed groan did leave her throat.

"You have to ask?" Nora returned. Ren moved himself into a sitting position in order to take off his pants, exposing the telltale bulge in his boxers once they were visible.

Jaune sighed. "I would like to get this done tonight."

"It can wait" Pyrrha insisted, switching tracks to get to his shirt. At this point the blond regretted taking off his armor and hoodie; they wouldn't stop her, but they would have certainly slowed her down.

"Is it the Faunus Rebellion essay?" Ren asked, him, shimmying out of his pants entirely. One lackluster kick sent them to the floor, alongside the rest of their clothes. The teen's own hardon was glaringly obvious now, catching Nora's attention for a second.

"Yeah" Jaune replied, turning back to the paper. He would've liked to pick up his pen to write more, as a show of defiance to the inevitability of fate. Would have liked to, if he wasn't struggling more and more with the lecherous hands.

"That's not due for another four days" the hands's owner pointed out.

"But the sooner it gets done, the more I can do later on. Follow me?" he tilted his head back to look at Pyrrha, observing how she was almost pouting.

"You're still an idiot" Nora commented.

"You realize if you don't give in, she'll ruin our good times" Ren said in his customary fashion, oddly still clad in his boxers. "How close to done are you?"

Jaune mused on his answer for a moment, trying to decide on a given definition of done. Finishing the paper was out of the question at this point in time, though that didn't mean he couldn't do anything else to the essay. His stirring hormones and seemingly tightening pants made thinking more difficult than normal.

"Lemme finish this section at least. This parts almost done" he offered.

Instead of backing off, the rest of his team did the opposite. Nora and Ren jumped from the bed, the former literally leaping off to land on her feet before they both strode to the desk. Pyrrha finally abandoned her quest to remove his clothes, one hand pawing at the paper to bring herself up to speed. All three crowded around him, consciously and unconsciously brushing against him.

"Lets see..." Pyrrha murmured to herself, scanning over the paper. The other two said nothing, Nora planting a hand on a desk as she leaned in very close. Ren seemed satisfied looking over his shoulder.

It occurred to Jaune that he should be red in the face and profusely sweating at the moment. He was trapped, surrounded by three people whose patience wasn't going to last much longer. Pyrrha had only a towel on, and not a large one at that. If she bent over just a little, she would end up flashing them all. Ren wore just his boxers, which barely contained his erection. The sable haired teen maintained enough of a gap so it didn't touch him by mistake at the least. Nora's boop shirt covered everything from her waist up, and she was placed in the right spot to see her orange pubic hair out of the corner of his eye. He strongly suspected that was intentional.

The odd thing was he wasn't embarrassed. In fact, thinking it over he found himself caring more about the paper in front of him than the three horny teens, who didn't have enough clothes between them to cover one person.

"You got General Maxwell's speech down, but what about Mallard's?" Ren asked him.

"I'm working on it" Jaune's pen was scribbling even as he spoke.

"You mixed up tactics and strategy" Pyrrha pointed to the error. He crossed it out and wrote the right term.

"I think its-wait" Nora frowned, leaning in to squint at the paper. Her eyes widened. "Whoops."

"What?" the trio asked in unison, with varying degrees of concern.

"Oh, I made a goof on my own report. Thanks for catching that" she playfully nudged his shoulder. Jaune resisted the impulse to glance her way, knowing he'd get an eyeful of her exposed crotch.

With their help, finishing up the section he was on took far less time than he originally predicted. The end result was sloppier than what he wanted, being riddled with grammatical mistakes. He promised himself he would rewrite the paper so it flowed better and lacked the errors he made. In the morning he would do it.

For now, Jaune gave in to temptation.

None of them said anything, but he could tell they were all smiling when he dropped his pen and pushed the schoolwork away. Jaune half stood up, half yanked up from the chair, three pairs of hands grabbing for his clothes. It was Ren who helped drag off his shirt, while Nora dove for his pants buckle. Pyrrha started to help with the top, but she switched tracks when the bubbly girl insistently tugged down his waistband. Being half blinded and restrained by the dragging shirt, he couldn't do much to help the pair of hands getting his pants and boxers off. The best he could do was tug his feet out once the two garments reached his ankles, at the same time as the annoying top finally released him.

When he turned around, he saw they had taken care of themselves as well. For the redhead, all she had to do was tug the restraining flap away, letting the towel listlessly fall to the floor. Her glorious form was exposed for all to see, from her neck to her legs and everything in between. He was distracted by the sight, but not enough to ignore Ren tugging his own boxers down and off. Nora was the last, grabbing the edges of her PJ shirt and pulling it off in one smooth motion.

For the span of a heartbeat, none of the four did anything. It wasn't awkwardness, since that had died a while ago. Rather, it was some kind of mental affirmation of what was about to happen. Pyrrha, her body still showing traces of her shower, quivered in excitement. Ren was softly smiling, completely at ease with his own cock standing at attention less than a foot from his. Nora was almost bouncing, her breasts making a mesmerizing display with her movement. And Jaune, naked and aroused alongside his friends, sighed happily.

Predictably, it was Nora who broke the spell. She leapt into Ren's arms, catching his lips in a passionate kiss as she grabbed his cock. Both Jaune and Pyrrha mashed together, but he was slightly faster. He happily dove in, his tongue seeking out hers. When his erection slid up to her stomach he reflexively thrusted, causing her to giggle.

There was no foreplay this time. Jaune missed his chance to get started with the childhood friends began their evening, cutting out the opportunity for some of the special activities with the redhead. When his hand ran over her crotch, he felt the liquid freely coursing over his fingers, liquid which wasn't from the shower. Evidently she didn't do the same.

Despite their head start, Jaune made it to a bed first. Pyrrha squeaked when they fell backwards, momentarily alarmed even as they made out. He pressed against her, lining up his thighs with hers. However, he waited until her legs parted to put a hand on his cock to line it up. It was permission he never continued without.

She was wet and warm and so inviting, enough to drive him to madness. Slipping into her, Jaune felt no resistance as he quickly hilted within her. He relished the sensations of her wet entrance wrapping securely around his length, a tight sheath like no other. A shudder worked its way through her body, practically vibrating against his own. It was not without regret did he part lips with her, groaning as their close bodies rubbed together. A soft sound, a mewling once he thought about it, escaped her throat.

He was fully aware of how exposed they were, how his spaced out legs gently pushing further onto the bed handily showed off everything they were doing. With her thighs on top of his, there was no disguising his dick buried into her pussy. Jaune didn't care, and if the goofy smile on Pyrrha was any indication, neither did she.

A body hit the bed beside them, landing with a muffled thump an arms length away. Ren looked a little surprised at the turn of events, perhaps expecting to start elsewhere. The orange haired girl pouncing on him showed how much his planning meant, especially as she pinned his arms and legs in place. His own erection waggled, as if it could sense the girl's dripping entrance a few inches above him.

"Why my bed?" Jaune was compelled to ask, bringing himself off of her so they both look at them. The couple which caused this strange change glanced over as well, both sides taking the opportunity to slyly examine the others.

"Why not?" Nora grinned sultrily. While she was distracted, Ren slyly grabbed his cock to line up with her, getting himself in place before she discovered him. By then it was too late, and he thrusted upwards to encounter as much resistance as Jaune did. The girl cried out, her back arching with his penetration.

Once Jaune had been frightened of his new friends shamelessness. Now he was just like them, and he found himself enjoying every second of it.

The two couples began, both boys thrusting into the girls. Their movements weren't in sync, each choosing their own pace. Ren was fast, driving himself upwards into Nora with no thought of his limit as she gave every impression of riding a horse. Jaune was slower, though he took the chance to play with Pyrrha's breasts as well. All four were close to each other, close enough that an extended hand could make contact easily. The bed creaked from their combined lovemaking.

Jaune was the first to reach his limit, coming with a muffled grunt. He didn't stop though; even as his mind went blank he kept pumping into Pyrrha. A frown crossed over her upon feeling him spurting inside, but it passed quickly. He wasn't worried about an irreparable mistake, since she had used some of her more shady connections to get some special goods for them, namely birth control.

Nora crying out announced her second orgasm of the evening, squeezing her eyes shut as she gritted her teeth. While she was distracted, Ren sat up to wrap around her torso, flipping them over so she landed by the redhead. He grimaced through his own orgasm just as Pyrrha came with a muted grunt.

Jaune exchanged a look with him, wondering why he had gotten closer to them. But when Ren drew back to show off Nora's naked body, he mentally shrugged and did the same. The two boys were almost matched in poses, though the dark haired teen put his hands on her thighs to spread them apart, compared to Jaune gripping Pyrrha's waist. The end result was them showing off their respective girlfriends naked bodies to each other, utterly shameless as they all panted in effort.

Ren was clearly checking out the redhead's form, admiring the offered view of her shivering body. In Jaune's exceedingly biased opinion, the bubbly girl's nude body wasn't as good, though her heaving shape was still excellent. For reasons of morbid curiosity his gaze strayed downwards, observing the finer details of his friend's penis being almost entirely buried into the eager snatch.

A silent challenge occurred when Ren reached out to grab Pyrrha's boob, making her quietly yelp in surprise at the unexpected contact. Jaune wasn't going to stand by, so he fearlessly crossed over his arm to grab Nora's breast. They stared each other down, grinning at the unexpected encounter.

"Boys, stop" Pyrrha bemoaned, rolling her eyes.

"Cut it out and fuck us already" Nora snapped.

Jaune shrugged and withdrew his hand at the same time as Ren. "Well, you heard the lady" he punctuated his sentence by a forceful thrust, making Pyrrha cry out and her bust bounce in the best of ways.

From there, it was a race to whomever came first. At least that was the original idea, but in the throes of lust, the goal was forgotten. All that mattered in the tangle of sweaty bodies was the need for fulfillment.

After the third orgasm Nora's hand sought out Pyrrha's, both jerking to uneven movement. The girls hands and arms intertwined, pressing together as a twist of limbs. Neither really knew why they held hands, but it felt right. They were having sex together, it was a slight hardly worth mentioning. Their respective breasts bounced with the boys's movements, enough to distract them both.

Jaune lost count of how many times he came, but he knew when his body was giving out. With one last thrust he sank as far into Pyrrha as he could go, distantly aware of Ren collapsing on top of Nora. Her inner walls squeezed him tightly just as he spurted again, making extra sure to get every last drop out of him. He heaved, feeling her own panting body shudder beneath him.

He flopped to the side, his cock regretfully sliding out of her along the way. On his side, he made up for the missing feeling by wrapping his arms around her to drag her closer to him. She hefted herself along, pushing closer to him. Pyrrha's head playfully dug into his chest, making him softly giggle.

Ren and Nora scooted further up the bed too, being careful to not break the connection just yet. Only when they were both firmly on the undersized bed did he back off enough for his cock to pop out with a wet slurp. He waited above her, taking a chance to present his half flaccid pole to her. She grinned and pushed him to the side, closer to the heavily breathing couple to land on his back, onto their feet coincidentally. Moving herself around so she was lying parallel to him, Nora grabbed his member and lowered her head over it.

Jaune and Pyrrah cuddled as they watched Nora's bobbing head methodically cleaning off Ren's cock. Feeling left out, the blond reached to his partner's crotch to massage the swollen flesh, playing with her entrance. More liquid dribbled onto his fingers, not all of it hers. He grinned as she moaned happily. Their feet stirred around the sable haired teen, making a comforting level of contact around his shoulders.

Team JNPR lived a strange existence behind closed doors. Four friends who thought nothing of having sex, so long as the others were there too. As Jaune played with her slit, he realized he preferred to have them present. Not just to observe another couple make love, but so they could see them in the act. Feeling another pair of eyes watching their intimate moments, just as they did for them.

Yet there was a line they didn't cross. Watching each other was fine, relaxed flirting was acceptable, even some touching was allowed, such as the boys groping the girls, or the females feeling their erections. But it didn't go further than that. Jaune had never tasted Nora's quim, and Ren had never felt Pyrrha's mouth on his pole. It applied to same sex as well, with Nora summing it up as "Well do girl-on-girl after you two do guy-on-guy." Jaune didn't know about Ren, but he knew he wasn't gay. Seeing a man's junk at work was one thing, but playing with it himself was another. It was a strange and not exactly logical difference.

Though the four never went as far as swinging, they were easygoing about everything else. Jaune thought nothing of strolling around in the nude anymore, actually finding some advantages in it. Getting up in the morning was faster when he didn't have to waste time changing, or sharing the shower. That unfortunately had its own problems, and after his and Pyrrha's second tardy they reluctantly agreed to stop with the morning quickies.

Nora drew back, finally letting go of Ren's cock with a let pop. She crawled up the bed, sliding her body against his all the way up. His arms encircled her, bringing them close for a nice post-coitus hug. Pyrrha let go of him, reaching around to grab a blanket.

"That was fun" she commented as she dragged it over them, far enough up to leave half their legs exposed. Ren and Nora hardly noticed, they were slowly kissing each other instead. That was until she broke it to grin at them.

"Yeah. Still wishing you were doing your paper?" she snickered, as Ren nibbled at her bottom lip.

Jaune sighed contentedly. "Yeah."

Pyrrha frowned at him, taking her other hand to poke him in the forehead. He winced half heartedly, not letting up on rubbing circles around her clit. Her expression flickered, but she kept at it.

"Why?" she questioned severely in spite of his ministrations.

"So its done sooner. Then we can fool around without a care" he explained easily.

"Makes sense" Ren said softly, massaging the orange haired girl's chest. Pyrrha frowned, understanding his reasoning but disliking it anyway.

"Yeah. By the way, you guys have your own bed" Jaune unsubtly got his point across, making them both snort at him.

"What, don't like us anymore?" Nora teased.

"No, more like this beds too small for four people" he refuted with a flippant roll of his eyes.

"You know, we could always just push two beds together" Pyrrha suggested. A soft touch on his arm alerted the blond that she was done, and to his disappointment he withdrew his soaked hand.

Ren shook his head. "Then everyone would know what we're doing."

"Yeah, and I like you guys. Don't wanna get expelled or split up, do you?" Nora asked rhetorically, caressing the teen underneath her.

"Well, I dunno" Jaune purposely looked away, unable to stop his grin, "It'd be nice to be in the same team as Weiss" he jokingly suggested. Instantly he winced, from Pyrrha taking advantage of his proximity to pinch his nipple.

"Okay, okay, I take it back." he backpedaled with raised hands.

Pyrrha suddenly smirked. "Actually that's a great idea. You can have the ice queen, I'll take CRDL" she offered. Seeing him do a double take with wide eyes caused them all to snicker.

"That's not funny" he snapped.

"Oh yeah it is" Ren chuckled, with a smirking Nora nodding in agreement. The blond lightly kicked his shoulders in response.

"Off with you fiends" Jaune said, falsely grave as he jabbed a free hand away.

Both of them groaned, but they did as he told them to. Nora flopped off the bed to her feet, taking the chance to raise her hands up high to stretch. In the process she showed off her naked body to them, more than likely she did it for no other reason than to pose. Ren left with little fanfare, but he had a semi to make up for it. He wrapped his arms around her to grope her chest, firmly leading them to the nearest bed.

Pyrrha glanced at Jaune, his face only inches away. "We gotta do something about your insecurities" she told him, only the twitching corners of her mouth telling him she was kidding. He chuckled dryly, planting a smooch on her forehead.

"Night" he bade before getting comfortable with her, but not before reaching over to flick the lamp off.

"Jaune?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still an idiot."

"And you're a sex fiend."

"That's a bad thing, how?"

"They're right you know."

In the darkness, Jaune sighed, feeling Pyrrha's form molding herself to his. "Point taken" he murmured before sleep took him.
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