Honkers 006

Yang slept like a log and didn’t return to Beacon until nearly noon with a pounding headache and a mouth drier than the Vacuoan desert. She really shouldn’t have finished off that entire bottle of vodka but once she’d started, she hadn’t been able to stop and with Crystal matching her, drink for drink, the pair of them had made messes of themselves.

At least no one else had been around to see Yang break down and blubber about Jaune standing her up.

It was bad enough that Crystal saw it but once Yang had started crying, Crystal started crying about an ex-boyfriend who she was still in love with, and the whole thing had spiraled out of control. She felt pathetic – and yet it had been cathartic in a way, to get all the emotion out, to empty the tank. At least she hadn’t gone into specifics.

Even drunk, she’d managed to keep the details about her situation with Jaune to the basics.

But now she felt like hell, pulse pounding behind her eye, and so she made a beeline for her room. If she could get another couple of hours of sleep, maybe she wouldn’t feel so damn horrible.

It was just her luck that things didn’t go to plan, though.

She was almost at her room when she spotted him, stepping out of the room across the hall. Yang paused for a moment, stunned – and then she saw red.

Okay, maybe she hadn’t gotten all the emotion out last night.

“Hey,” she shouted, storming up to him.

Jaune blinked, startled. “What? Oh, hey Yang, what’s up?”

“Don’t you what’s up me, you bastard!”

Yang grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him down, their noses almost touching.

“Y-Yang!”

“Think you’re clever, huh? Messing with a girl’s heart?” she seethed through gritted teeth. “No one ghosts Yang Xiao Long and gets away with it!”

Jaune flailed in panic. “Yang, what are you talking about?”

“Yes, Yang – what are you talking about?”

Yang froze, a chill racing down her spine. Her anger cooled at once, doused in ice.

Releasing her hold on Jaune, she leaned back and saw that he wasn’t alone. Behind him in the doorway was Pyrrha, her eyebrow arched questioningly.

“Uh…”

While she didn’t look angry, Pyrrha looked far from impressed. “Why are you manhandling my partner?”

A million different excuses raced through her mind but it only made her headache worse, cringing as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Jaune’s shocked expression faded, replaced by concern.

“Yang, are you okay?”

“What do you care?” she hissed.

“What do you mean? Of course I care,” he said. He then sniffed the air. “Wait, have you been drinking?”

Yang felt her face get hot.

What the fuck did he think he was doing? Acting nice now after making a fool of her, creating expectations and then dashing them without a care in the world. All to make her squirm! Well, she wasn’t falling for this nice guy routine. No she wasn’t! They’d all been blind to it but she knew – oh, she knew that he was a sneaky, slimy, womanzing…

“I’ve got just the thing!” he interrupted her inner monologue, clapping his hands together. She flinched from the sound. “Whoops, sorry! But I know just what you need! My older sisters used to have really wicked hangovers but I’ve got the cure! Just wait here, I’ll be right back!”

“Wait, Jaune, what…?” Pyrrha tried to stop him but he was already gone, racing down the hall and leaving them alone.

Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.

“So…” Yang cringed, feeling like Ruby; socially inept. “That, uh – happened.”

Pyrrha frowned at her.

“What did you mean that he ghosted you?” she asked, filling Yang with dread.

She wasn’t going to drop it, was she?

A lie. She needed a lie. A believable lie. Anything!

“Well, uh… funny thing is…”

She was fucking screwed! If Pyrrha found out that she was working at Honkers, it would only be a matter of time before her team found out! Even if Pyrrha didn’t tell them directly, the likelihood of Nora prying it out of her was high! Very, very high! For all her strength, Pyrrha caved to social pressure remarkably easily and Yang had witnessed Nora getting her to do things that she didn’t want to do, just by making herself appear disappointed in Pyrrha for saying no.

This was a disaster!

“I am unfamiliar with the term,” Pyrrha suddenly admitted sheepishly. “I’m not really good with this stuff.”

...She was saved! It was a miracle!

“He was meant to lend me something,” Yang blurted. “No, I mean – I leant him something but he didn’t return it!”

She was a damn idiot.

Stupid.

Moron.

“Oh,” Pyrrha said. “Uh, what is it? Maybe I can go get it.”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry,” Yang waved her hands. “It’s fine. He can just… give it to me later. No biggie.”

“It sounded like you were pretty upset about it,” Pyrrha pointed out.

“I was just… playing around…?”

They stared at one another blankly.

Thankfully, Jaune chose that moment to return.

“Here, drink this,” he thrust a tall bottle into her hands, and Yang almost fumbled it. “That’ll help you recover, trust me. It’s basically a cure, it has a ton of electrolytes and stuff, drink as much as you can and lie down for half an hour, you’ll bounce back and feel like a new person.”

Yang stared at the bottle. It had one of those generic names you see everywhere on sports drinks, for that is exactly what it was. A sports drink. This flavor was called Arctic Chill, whatever that was supposed to taste like, and it was a bright blue color that honestly looked radioactive.

“What?”

“Trust me, it’ll work like a charm.”

“Pyrrha… I’d like to borrow your partner for a bit, if that’s okay?”

“Oh, uh – sure,” she smiled. “I’ll see you later, Jaune. Make sure to return Yang’s property. You shouldn’t keep hold of it longer than what was discussed.”

“Huh?”

Pyrrha waved as she walked down the hallway, and when they were alone, Yang poked him in the chest.

“Where. The. Hell. Were. You?”

“I don’t know what you mean!”

Did he think she was stupid?

“Last night,” she growled. “You never – you come in every Friday, and you didn’t turn up!”

He blinked at her.

“What?”

Did he want to die?

“Honkers,” she spat. “Friday nights. You. Get it?”

She saw the lightbulb go off inside his brain. “Oooooh, that’s what you mean.”

Yang wanted to strangle him.

“I didn’t go out last night.”

He said it so matter of factly that it took her a moment to realize that was all he was going to say.

“You didn’t go out last night,” she repeated.

Jaune shook his head. “Nope! I was here all night.”

Yang gaped at him.

Was he being serious right now?

“Why didn’t go out?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t have any plans.”

Did he really think she was going to believe that? Didn’t have any plans? What the hell was she? She was a plan, wasn’t she? She was the plan. And this was just another part of it. He was acting all innocent and oblivious but Jaune knew exactly what he was doing when he didn’t show up. He knew how worked up she was getting, and how humiliated she was that she hadn’t been able to make him cum faster, and this was just another taunt.

I know you want to suck my dick, but what if I don’t let you?

Her hand tightened around the bottle, squeezing it until it bulged.

“Uh, Yang – if you aren’t careful, that will spill everywhere,” he pointed out worriedly.

She was going to make him spill everywhere.

Removing the cap, Yang upended the sports drink into her mouth and drank it all in one long, desperate pull. Jaune stared at her in surprise as she guzzled it all down before tossing it away angrily.

“You, me – now,” she then seized his arm and dragged him into Team JNPR’s room, slamming the door behind her. Thankfully the room was empty, Ren and Nora nowhere to be seen. With Pyrrha having just left, they were all alone.

“Wait, Yang – what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” she snapped. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Well, I’m not the type of girl that takes being teased lying down! You’ve crossed the line, mister. Now you’re going to pay!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Yang scoffed. “Bullshit! You want me to give you a blowjob? Fine – I’ll give you the best damn blowjob you’ve ever had in your entire life!”

“What?”

She shoved him, hard. Jaune staggered and fell back onto one of the beds.

“This is what you want, right?” she palmed her own tits, squeezing them. “You loved putting that fat fucking dick of yours between them, didn’t you, and shooting all over my face! Asshole! Got off on that, didn’t you? Giving me a facial?”

Jaune mouthed words but nothing came out.

“Made you feel like a real big shot,” she removed her shirt, tossing it away angrily. Her bra quickly followed, her tits sagging a little without the support but maintaining their amazing shape. “Well that isn’t happening this time, buster! You’re going to cum and you’re going to cum fast, and it’s going right here,” she tapped her mouth. “Got it?”

Her chest heaved as she finished shouting at him, gasping for breath. Those deep blue eyes of his were locked onto her chest, and Yang felt her nipples harden, puckering beneath his heated gaze. Her head was still pounding but pain was secondary, shoved beneath her indignation.

She hesitated before pulling down her pants, kicking off her boots. She was left in nothing but a pair of black panties, the crotch beginning to dampen as her traitor pussy started leaking arousal.

His eyes darted down, drinking in her crotch, and Yang smirked, “Like that, do you? You’ve already touched it, so I guess you want to see it now, right? Fuck! You’re such a greedy prick, aren’t you? I’m not doing this because I want to, got it?”

She slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband on either side and tugged them down over her hips and ass, shimmying to help them along. Her panties pooled on the floor around her ankles, and she stepped out of them.

Her heart was thudding against her ribcage, her ears filled with the sound of her blood roaring through her body. Her tummy clenched as Jaune’s eyes darkened, pupils swallowing his beautiful blue irises.

In preparation for last night, just in case, she’d made sure to tidy herself up. Her mons was completely smooth, free of hair, her young, pale skin soft and moist. Reaching down with trembling fingers, she lightly stroked her clitoral hood, pleasure sparking through her body, a rush of heat pooling low in her belly.

Jaune swallowed, his throat bobbing.

“Best pussy you’ve ever seen, right?” she taunted, voice almost cracking. She grit her teeth. “Better than you deserve!”

Her vulva was puffy, her outer lips plump. Yang had always been a little self-conscious about how her vagina looked, though she would never admit to that, even to herself. It resembled no more than a slit, her lips sealed tight, and even her clitoral hood was mostly buried. It made her pussy look younger than it was, and she wasn’t sure if guys liked that or not.

Wasn’t it kind of weird?

She was a grown woman, just look at her tits and ass? But her pussy looked underdeveloped, and maybe it was. Maybe that was why he’d been able to make her cum so easily. It wasn’t ready for a guy to touch it.

No.

It wasn’t ready for a man to touch it.

Those other boys had touched it and it hadn’t given up after a few strokes, gushing at the most basic of provocations. Meanwhile, she’d struggled to make him bust and it had taken him fucking her cleavage to make it happen.

Her pride, her ego burned at the slight.

But not this time. Oh no, not this time. This time he was going to be the fool, and she was going to laugh at him when he couldn’t even handle her mouth for a minute before he groaned in embarrassment, squirting his load between her lips.

Yang continued to rub her pussy, glaring at him, “Take off your pants.”

When he hesitated, she stormed over and dropped between his legs, kneeling between his thighs. “Fine! I’ll do it!”

Jaune stared at her but she was focused, her eyes settled on his crotch. Her hands shook as she unlatched his belt, yanking it out roughly and tossing across the room, the buckle clattering as it hit the wall. Next she unbuttoned his jeans, her fingers struggling before she finally forced the button out through the hole. The zipper was much easier, and the sound of it lowering was deafening.

“Wait, Yang,” Jaune tried but she slapped his hands away.

“Stop trying to hurry me,” she snapped, glaring up at him. “I’m going to suck it, okay? Just… give me a minute.”

She tugged his jeans down, pulling them until they pooled around his ankles. He was wearing dark blue boxer-briefs, and they were tented with his swelling erection. Yang felt her mouth go dry, feeling a little dizzy as she reached for the waistband.

Pulling his underwear down, his cock was revealed to her eyes. He wasn’t at full mast yet but he was well on his way, but even so, he was still ridiculously large. Swallowing thickly, she grasped his stiffening shaft and gave it a squeeze.

“Yang,” Jaune groaned.

“Stop rushing me,” she growled. “It isn’t even completely hard yet!”

She watched with fascination as it continued to grow, and grow, and grow. Fuck, it just kept going. He had such a long, fat dick that she’d almost forgotten just how big it really was. Almost.

Yang pumped her hand up and down slowly, helping it along. When it was hard and throbbing, she began using both of her hands. It made them look small, easily dwarfing them as she jerked him off. His large balls jostled, the webbing veins pulsing as she began tormenting the underside of his glans with her thumb.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” she mocked, pre-cum oozing from the tip. Wetting her thumb, she swirled it in figure-eight patterns, his crown swelling. Jaune sighed in bliss, and taking that as encouragement, she moved faster.

This was the frenulum, right? If she licked it, it would feel even better for him.

Yang leaned in, her left hand pumping the shaft while her right played with the head. She tickled the tip, collecting more of his silken discharge and smearing it around his crown. Now that she was closer, she could smell the musk radiating off it, reminding her of that day in the locker room. The stench of his thick, boiling hot cum as it coated her face and neck and chest. That scent that could only be described as man.

It made her feel a little woozy.

It really was big, wasn’t it? So long, her hand moving up and down, from base to the underside of his glans. And thick – her fingers struggling to hold him, the bulging undercarriage making it difficult. The way it curved upwards, as if it was designed to rake a girl’s insides, and the fatness of the head, the ridge jutting out.

Her core clenched, and Yang saw stars.

What was wrong with her body? She was so damn horny.

It was all his cock’s fault.

She nuzzled it with her nose, smearing his pre-cum along her skin. Jaune stared down at her with dark eyes, cock pulsing as she ran her palm across the tip. His thighs tensed as she tilted her head, her tongue sticking out before a flash of anxiousness hit her, and she retreated.

“J-Just give me a moment,” she said before he could say anything, slightly scared.

What if she failed again? What if she put that thing in her mouth and she still couldn’t make him blow? She’d never be able to recover from such a humiliating defeat.

“It’s okay,” Jaune brushed a hand through her hair, and she blinked in surprise. “You don’t have to do this, Yang. It’s okay.”

He was mocking her, treating her like a child.

This fucking guy…

Yang relished his groan as her tongue lashed out and lapped at his crown, his cock jerking from the sudden flare of pleasure. Glaring up at him through her lashes, she placed a messy kiss against the leaking tip, smearing her lips in pre-cum. It was salty and a little bitter, and she didn’t like it all! Just because she opened her mouth and slurped his fat head into her mouth didn’t mean she enjoyed the taste!

Even if it made her womb tremble.

His wide cockhead stretched her lips, his hard shaft throbbing as she swallowed about an inch of his cock. Mouth stuffed, she sucked on him, tongue writhing against the underside. That salty, musky taste flooded her senses, and palming his balls gently, she began to slowly move her head up and down.

Fuck, how was she supposed to suck something so big?

The way his cock curved, it forced the head against the roof of her mouth. Jaune seemed to like that, his breathing becoming uneven every time she bobbed down. Tightening her lips, she gave a sturdy slurp as she sucked upwards, mouth stretching as she created more suction.

“Fuck, Yang, your mouth feels so good,” he praised, voice filled with need. One of his hands cupped her bulging cheeks, the other threading fingers through her blonde tresses. Yang narrowed her eyes, popping off the end of his dick hastily.

“Don’t you pull my hair,” she warned him.

“I won’t,” he said.

“You better not,” she gripped his cock and began pumping it up, rubbing his glans against her lips. “If you do… I’ll never forgive you…”

His answer was stolen as she slurped him back into her mouth, growing more comfortable with his girth. She moved a little faster, sinking a little deeper, her tongue twirling around his glans in unpredictable turns. Yang tried to remember what she’d read, employing those tactics to their fullest. She continued to jerk him off into her mouth, the top of her fist meeting her lips, rolling his plump balls with her other hand. Whenever she gave them a gentle squeeze, his shaft would tense, flexing within her mouth.

“That’s it,” he urged, carefully massaging her scalp with his fingers. Yang hated that it felt good. “You’re so good at this, you must have a lot of practice.”

Was he calling her a slut?

Motherfucker.

Sucking up until just the head remained in her mouth, she tormented the tip with flicks of her tongue before sucking off him, saliva spilling everywhere.

“It’s just natural talent,” she snapped. “I’m not an easy girl, asshole. Just because I’m doing this for you…”

Her hand pumped faster, stroking higher and squeezing his fat crown, her hand becoming slick with her spit and his pre-cum. Polishing the head, Jaune groaned.

“Just hurry up and cum, so we can get this over with,” she said before she began kissing the side of his shaft, tongue curling out to lick the burly root on the underside, fluttering as she mouthed her way up. Teasing the ridge of his glans, she sucked him back into her mouth, pressing him against the inside of her cheek so it bulged obscenely.

His groans of pleasure were music to Yang’s ears and yet one minute turned to two, and then three, and then four, and still, he showed no signs of cumming. In fact, his cock seemed to swell further, and it made her jaw ache, her tongue growing numb. It wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to this.

It also didn’t help that her pussy was a raging inferno.

Yang groaned around his length as her pussy clenched, her arousal leaking from her profusely. Shifting her hips, she spread her thighs until her needy quim was pressed to the carpet directly. She whimpered as she rolled her hips forward, grinding her sensitive pussy across the floor, the sensations making her blood hum through her veins.

She was burning up. Fuck, she was just sucking his cock and she felt like she wanted to cum.

Yang bobbed her head faster, hand pumping harder as she played with his balls. They were trying to tighten, pull up against the base of his shaft but she wouldn’t let them, pulling on them, squeezing them, rolling them. When she pressed him a little deeper into her mouth, she coughed as the tip tested the start of her throat.

“Yang,” Jaune sighed in bliss. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Right there.”

Her next downward suck, Jaune pressed her head down just a little bit, and Yang nearly choked.

Coughing, Yang tried to back off his dick but he only let her go so far before forcing her back down. Yang spasmed as he briefly entered her throat, stretching it out before retreating. Her pussy convulsed, a strange heat filling her head with fog as she hastily pulled off him.

“W-Watch it,” she growled, voice raspy as she coughed, spit dripping down her chin and onto the tops of her breasts. “That hurt, jerk!”

“Sorry,” he apologized. “It just felt so good.”

Bastard.

Did he think just because he was praising her that she was going to go soft on him?

Clearing her throat, she glared at him. “Just… be more gentle.”

The hand on his balls darted down to cup her pussy, stroking her damp labia as she carefully took him back into her mouth. Yang could still feel the phantom stretch of his crown as it tried to enter her throat completely, and she couldn’t ignore it, no matter how hard she tried. Sucking strongly, she pressed down hard.

“Fuck,” Jaune hissed.

Her pussy gushed as she swallowed him much further than ever before, eyes watering as his fat dick stretched her throat obscenely. Swallowing around him, she choked, before slurping messily as she rose up. Gathering her spit, she did it again, eyes crossing as she throated his length as far as she could.

“Oh Yang, keep going, just like that,” he sighed.

It hurt, and yet it also made her pussy spasm in delight. Framing her clitoris with her fingers, she rubbed herself in quick, frantic circles as she continued to deep throat him, the wet, obscene sounds of her sucking his cock filling the room.

Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck.

Yang struggled to breathe through her nose, head fuzzy as she fucked her face on his dick. Spit drooled over his balls and thighs, her jaw protesting the movement, yet she continued, moving faster.

“Shit, Yang – keep going,” he urged. “Right there, baby.”

She could feel her climax rushing towards her, her fingers moving faster, her hips dragging her sodden snatch across the floor, rocking back and forth as if she were riding his dick, not sucking it. Every time he entered her throat, she felt it in her cunt, as if he was fucking her pussy, not her mouth, and when she threw her face down and took him to the root, her lips gripping the base of his tool, it was the end.

Yang whined as her eyes rolled, choking, as her weak, traitor pussy began spasming in orgasm, that knot of pressure unraveling in a rush of heat. She jerked, humping her cunt against the floor as the fingers around her clit stilled, arousal spilling from her and staining the carpet, a massive wet spot blooming beneath her butt as she kept his cock lodged down her throat.

Her vision exploded with stars, her insides pulsing, her moans stifled by his girth – and then, her vision began to dim, a lack of oxygen getting to her, her lungs begging for air. Yang felt like she was falling, her stomach swooping, and then she was floating on the softest of clouds, her orgasm a never ending rockslide of pleasure.

One moment, she was experiencing bliss the likes of which she’d never experienced before, her body wracked with rapture – and then the next, she was blinking blearily at the ceiling as Jaune hovered over her, his face filled with concern.

“Yang,” he called her name, yet it sounded like it was coming from the end of a tunnel. Muffled, almost. “Yang! Are you okay? Yang!”

She blinked, lips moving.

He frowned. “What?”

“Where am… what… happened?” she slurred, eyes darting around.

Jaune was kneeling beside her, and she was laying on the floor. She was naked, and – and his ridiculously long, fat cock was on display, slick with… her saliva.

It all came rushing back in an instant.

“Woah, careful,” he said, trying to push her back down but she slapped his hands away, sitting up. Her head felt a little sore. Not the headache from earlier, the result of a hangover – something else.

She’d choked herself on his cock.

Yang felt her cheeks flush hotly, mortified.

She’d cum her stupid brains out, and then she’d choked herself into unconsciousness giving him head… what the fuck was wrong with her?

And… he still hadn’t cum!

His erection hadn’t lost a single ounce of vitality, hanging heavily between his legs. Yang stared at it, annoyed that it had defeated her once again. Why couldn’t she win?

“Wait, Yang,” Jaune tried to stop her as she reached for his shaft, but she gripped it hard. “Hey, that hurts…”

“I haven’t finished with you yet,” she crawled on her side until his cock was above her face, casting a long shadow. “I’m not going to let you act like I haven’t held up my end of the bargain.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked but she wasn’t listening, lifting her mouth to suck on his scrotum.

It was a little awkward, her neck straining, but then he groaned and helped brace her head, threading his fingers through her hair and holding her neck up. It was a strange position to be in. He wasn’t sitting on her face, merely kneeling next to her head but with the way her face was positioned, she was under his shaft and balls. Reaching up, she wrapped both hands around his long, thick shaft and began pumping it, her palms twisting.

“Just look at my tits,” she said breathlessly between sucks on his balls. “You love them so much, don’t ya?”

“Don’t you think you should take a rest?”

That’s what he wanted. For her to slink away with her tail tucked between her legs but that wasn’t going to happen. This was her loss, again – but she was going to get him off, her pride as a woman was at stake.

Her ego was bruised enough.

Yang pursed her lips, sucking one of his testicles into her mouth and bathing it in saliva, rolling it with her tongue. Meanwhile, her hands blurred as she jerked him off, double-fisting his burly cock, stroking from root to tip. His shaft flexed powerfully as her hand cupped his glans and polished the tip.

Releasing her hold on his testicle, she sucked the other one into her mouth, giving it the same treatment. She could feel him react in his cock whenever she put pressure on his balls with her tongue, forcing it against the roof of her mouth. When she gathered both of them and sucked harder, squeezing them both with her lips, his voice deepened.

“Yang, god – your tits look so hot,” he said, lightly thrusting into her hands. He seemed to swell even further, and Yang knew he had to be close. “Yeah, keep sucking my balls just like that. You’re so good at it, Yang.”

Even though she’d already cum her brains out, her tummy continued to burn with the embers of her previous orgasm, and hearing his dark, lustful voice praise her was doing things to her. Squeezing her thighs together, she tightened the grip of her fingers, and moved faster.

She was practically milking him, and when she tugged his balls with her mouth, pulling on them, his cock tensed, hard as steel.

“That’s it – you’re going to make me cum, Yang. Fuck, baby – make me cum.”

This is what she wanted.

Giving his balls one final, sturdy suck, she released them and flipped over, getting on her knees quickly. Her hands pumped furiously as she hunched over, and opening her mouth, she slurped his fat crown between her lips.

“Oh god, here it comes,” he sighed, hips rising up as his cock jerked. Yang only had a second to prepare herself before with a heavy gush, his molten cum jetted into her mouth. Four, five, six – he just kept firing, Yang moaning around his glans as she siphoned the cum from his heaving balls with firm, twisting pumps that made him tremble, his voice raw with ecstasy.

Her mouth quickly filled with his silky hot discharge, his overwhelming musk turning her brain to mush, and she tried to swallow.

It was so thick – almost like jelly, and she realized her mistake when it caught in her throat, several more ropes of his cum blasting into her mouth.

Yang choked, coughing, cum erupting from the seal of her lips, and out through her nose. Eyes watering, her nose and throat burned.

“Fuuuuuck,” Jaune groaned as his orgasm began to wane. Yang pulled off his twitching cock, drowning, another cough dislodging the thick cream in her throat and allowing it to go down.

“Y-You fucking b-bastard,” she said angrily, semen dribbling down her chin and over her tits as she straightened up. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Jaune just shrugged, completely lost in his post-nut daze.

Well… at least she managed to make him cum on her own this time!