Pressure Points 003

Blake wasn’t a morning person.

It wasn’t a secret amongst her friend group that she enjoyed sleeping in. Unfortunately for her, the weekend was the only time she was afforded such a pleasure. Weekdays meant she needed to be up, bright and early, or else she would be late for class. The first class of the day began at eight which meant that if she wanted breakfast, she needed to be awake at seven-thirty at the latest, though usually much earlier if she wanted a shower.

She hated it.

It was the worst.

But this was her life now.

And it wasn’t a life she would trade for anything.

She’d only been at Beacon for a short while now but things were going well. She had a team, full of girls who she got along with. Even the Schnee heiress which was a bit of a surprise, though things had been rocky there for a bit. Now that they all knew she was a faunus, it felt like a weight had been lifted, though she still wore her bow.

Aside from Team RWBY, there was also Team JNPR, all of whom had helped in passing initiation. It wasn’t unusual for teams to be close but Blake thought their bond was a little special, forged in the Emerald Forest as they battled eldritch Grimm together, becoming fast friends in the heat of conflict. Choosing to leave the White Fang had been the correct decision and if she ever needed a reminder, these people were it.

But having Combat Class up first thing in the morning should be made illegal. Professor Goodwitch was a harsh taskmaster, a stern woman who held nothing back when critiquing their form or performance, win or lose. Blake had always been pretty confident in her fighting abilities but there was no quicker way to losing a bit of your ego when someone described in detail all your faults and how to improve.

Not the sort of thing you wanted to go through when you were still half asleep.

Someone must have been answering prayers on this day. As they all got seated and waited, it quickly became apparent that Goodwitch was running late. Never in all their classes had she arrived after them and then when five minutes passed, then ten, and then fifteen, it was clear that something was wrong.

The class was getting unruly. Loud chatter filled the amphitheater as everyone grew restless with no authority figure to keep them in line. Blake slumped in her chair, happy that she didn’t have to fight but also annoyed because if she’d slept in an hour or two, no one would have noticed to punish her.

When someone did turn up, it was Professor Peach.

“Professor Goodwitch has been detained in a prior engagement, so you will be having Self-Directed Sparring today instead of your usual Combat Class,” the young professor announced, everyone growing silent at once. “I will assign each one of you a partner, and then you are to train together how you see fit.”

They usually had that in the afternoon but Blake wasn’t complaining. A little bit of light training was much better than going all out for credits.

“I wonder where Professor G is,” Yang mused, chin in hand as Peach began assigning people into pairs. “Think she was on a mission or something?”

“Most likely,” Weiss answered, nodding her head. “Though for someone of Professor Goodwitch’s renown to take on a mission, it must be important.”

Important – and likely dangerous. While Blake hadn’t seen their teacher fight, she could tell from the way she moved that she was a deadly combatant. Couple that with the stories she had heard – one of which came from Ruby – about her battle prowess, and Blake knew she wasn’t the type of person to trifle with. It made sense. Even though Professor Port was a bit of a blowhard and Doctor Oobleck was a little odd, the teachers here were all elite Huntsmen.

“Aww, I wish we got to go on missions,” Nora moaned, slapping her knee. “I want to kick some Grimm butt.”

“I’m sure we’ll get our chance soon,” Pyrrha was ever the optimist.

“Peach actually mentioned something in our last leadership class, right, Ruby?” Jaune suddenly spoke up.

Their young leader nodded happily. “Yeah, she said we’d be taking on some missions soon. I think we’re going to be accompanied by one of the teachers and they’ll only step in if things get bad.”

Well – that was something to look forward to. As of now, Blake just wanted to rest.

“Jaune Arc,” Professor Peach called. “You’ll be paired with Blake Belladonna.”

Blue eyes swiveled in her direction and he smiled, one she couldn’t help but return.

At least she’d been paired with someone she actually liked. If she’d gotten someone like Cardin Winchester...

“Weiss Schnee,” was called next. “You’ll be paired with Cardin Winchester.”

Yang laughed uproariously, throwing her head back as she stomped her foot. Weiss scowled furiously, glaring at the blonde.

“Will you shut up?”

“Oh man, poor guy,” Yang continued to chortle. “He has no idea what he is in for.”

“Excuse me?” Weiss said, her voice full of outrage. “What he is in for? Him?”

Blake felt bad – but also highly amused, covering her grin as Weiss and Yang traded back and forth, the white haired girl becoming increasingly heated as the blonde took veiled and not so veiled jabs.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Weiss. You’ll wipe the floor with him.”

“That isn’t the problem, Ruby!”

“Blake really lucked out, huh?” Yang groaned as she was paired up with Sky Lark. It was better than Cardin Winchester but not by much. “Damn. How about we trade? Help your partner out, Blake.”

Her response was instant. “No.”

“Pfft – no fair~!”

Pairing with Jaune was about as good as it got if it meant someone outside of her team, though Blake had noticed that Yang had been a little sweet on him recently. It wasn’t strange to find them hanging out lately, something that couldn’t have been said for earlier in the year.

Something had changed.

Blake had a good idea what.

They had all seen the state Yang had been left in after Jaune had given her shoulders and back a massage. Not just seen – they’d heard it. Yang was definitely the type of girl to exaggerate but this time, Blake didn’t think she had. Whatever magic he had worked with his hands, it had been real. Ruby had been smug the entire afternoon after that and Yang had been so happy that she hadn’t even risen to the bait when her younger sister teased her by recreating some of the sounds she’d made.

The funniest thing about it was that Jaune didn’t seem to notice. To him, everything was business as usual.

Truth be told, Blake was a little curious – but you know what they said about curiosity and cats. They didn’t mix.

...but maybe he could give her a hand in a different way.

Another thing that Blake hated almost as much as early mornings was stretching. It was a pain in the ass and while she was flexible and fit, it was still a bit of a chore. Since they would be working together for this class, maybe they could help each other out.

Her hips had been feeling a little stiff lately, no doubt a result from all her acrobatics. Aura could dull pain but it only treated the symptom, so to speak. Cuts and bruises? No problem. But the natural aches and pains of a trained body? Didn’t tend to work on that for long.

“I guess we’re together,” his voice said from beside her and she blinked, looking up at him. “Want to stay here or go somewhere else?”

“How about somewhere in the sun?”

If she had to be awake at this hour, then it could at least be outdoors with a bit of fresh air.

“Sure. I know just the place. I train with Pyrrha there all the time,” he then raised his hand in a wave. “We’re heading out, cya guys.”

Blake rose to follow as they got a series of goodbye’s, though Ruby was too busy cheering because she’d hit the jackpot and was placed with Pyrrha. The crimson haired celebrity beamed as Ruby rushed over to her side, and it was the last thing she saw before they stepped outside into the early morning sun.

“Come on, this way.”

Blake followed obediently, watching him as he walked ahead. Her opinion of Jaune had been low at the beginning of the year, not that dissimilar to Yang’s. While he was a nice enough person, Blake hadn’t seen much potential as a Huntsman in him. He’d been clumsy, a little on the goofy side and seemed way out of his depth. How he’d even qualified for Beacon was a mystery considering their stringent testing process but here he was.

But it hadn’t taken him long to show that while he was certainly behind the rest of them, he more than made up for it with his desire to learn, and his ability to adapt. Taken under Pyrrha’s wing, he flourished as a fighter. He went from someone that knew the rudimentary elements of holding and swinging a sword to someone that could hold his own against a lot of their classmates. Where he once floundered in the ring, he appeared much more at ease, though he still had his moments of panic. It wasn’t anything that repetition and experience couldn’t overcome, something that he was rapidly receiving.

His growth was impressive. More than impressive. It was astonishing.

As for adapting – well, he’d shown signs of that from day one. As low as her opinion had been, there had been no denying his input during initiation. He’d led his team against that Deathstalker, showing the signs that no doubt influenced Ozpin’s decision to make him a team leader. For someone to take charge like that and not only succeed but excel in the role – well, maybe Blake should have seen it then.

Pyrrha had.

But perhaps the greatest factor that had swung her opinion was his complete lack of care about her past, or her being a faunus. He had accepted her easily, without a hint of hesitation or reservation. It was the sign of a true friend, and ever since, Blake had his back. Just as she had the backs of her team, and the rest of Team JNPR.

He was the type of person she was proud to call a friend. Blake had been serious when she told Yang that Jaune wasn’t the type of person to take advantage of a girl.

And – well, it certainly helped that Jaune was cute.

Never let it be said that Blake couldn’t be swayed by a handsome face.

They’d hung out a few times, helping each other with their school work. Blake was more than willing to lend a hand in subjects he wasn’t quite caught up in, and in return, Jaune helped her out with the things he was good at. Anything to do with team tactics and battle theory, places where he excelled.

He had quite the knack for strategy. It made sense, considering how quickly he had been able to direct his team to dismantle that Deathstalker.

“This is it,” Jaune said, breaking her free from her thoughts. They were in a small clearing, a grassy section surrounded by trees a minute or so away from campus. The ground was hard and flat, the perfect spot to spar. Blake could see the signs of battle scattered around on the trunks of the trees, and the upturned dirt. “What do you want to do first?”

“Could you help me with something?” she found herself asking. “I need to stretch out but my hips have been a little stiff lately. If you could lend me a hand, that would be great.”

“Yeah, of course,” he answered at once. “What do you need me to do?”

Blake sat down on the ground, legs extended in a wide V. Leaning forward with her torso, she stretched her arms out in front of her body. In a show of flexibility, her body almost touched the ground before she felt something twinge in her hip and buttocks, unable to hide her grimace. Such an action should be child’s play for her but as things were, this is what she needed help with.

And maybe in doing so, she could get a taste of what Yang had experienced under his attentive hands.

“Could you push me down from behind?” she asked, peering up at him through her lashes.

Jaune nodded easily and circled around her, falling to his knees behind her. “Where should I put my hands?”

“On my lower back,” she said, and had to stop herself from jumping as she felt his hands settle exactly where she said. His fingers were much longer than she was expecting, spanning the width of her back easily and curling around her sides. “That’s it. And now just apply a bit of pressure.”

Jaune did as he was told, leaning his weight on her as he pushed her down. There was a pinch of pain as her hips protested the movement but ultimately, it was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. Blake groaned as her torso was forced down to the ground, and Jaune held her there as she breathed deeply.

“How’s this?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she replied after a moment, swallowing. Had Jaune always been so big? She could feel his presence looming over her and felt a shudder roll through her, a spark of something. “Hold me here for thirty seconds and then release.”

He followed her instructions to the letter before backing off, allowing her to sit up. Giving her body a little shake, she said, “Could you rub my hips a little?”

“Like a massage?” he asked.

“Yeah. Yang said you did an awesome job with her, so I was wondering if it might help relieve some of the tightness.”

“I can do that,” he said.

His fingers quickly found her hips, and Blake bit her lip as they dug in, rubbing in small, sharp circles. Almost instantly, he found something sensitive and her entire body jolted, a gasp escaping her lips involuntarily.

His hands paused. “Are you okay? That didn’t hurt, did it?”

It had – but it hadn’t. It was difficult to describe but he’d found a tender spot where the tension was at its worst, and touching it was both soothing and a little painful. He was about to pull back when Blake settled her hands over his.

“It’s fine. Maybe I should move into a different position?”

Bringing her legs together, she rose up to her knees until they were both kneeling, Jaune right behind her. She then placed his hands back on her hips, rubbing them up and down.

“Okay, try it now.”

His fingers dug in, his thumbs stabilizing his hands on her back. There was a dull throb as he found that tender spot again, circling it before kneading her sensitive hips. Blake bit her lip, feeling a flush of heat roll through her.

“Oh,” she exclaimed softly, blinking quickly as his hands manipulated her effortlessly. Jaune stroked her hips in an upwards motion, fingers firm, and a startled moan rattled loose. “Ah~!”

“Is this okay?” he asked, receiving a stilted nod in response.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine,” she managed, shivering as his thumbs pressed into her lower back. Blake couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched her like this. “A little – um – a little higher.”

“Here?” he asked softly, fingers cresting the swell of her hip bone.

Blake muffled her groan, trembling. “Yes, right there~!”

It ached as he rubbed it but she also felt relief, feeling her muscles tense and then relax, her pelvis feeling like jelly. Her thighs shook as she tried to keep her balance, her breathing picking up as he applied pressure to a particularly sensitive spot.

Her back arched aggressively, her hips almost jumping away from his hands. “O-Ouh~!”

Jaune reeled her back in. “You weren’t kidding. Everything feels really hard. We might have to do some other stretches to loosen everything up.”

That was fine. As long as he continued to help her out, Blake was fine with anything.

So far, his hands had remained atop her clothing. The coattails of her vest shielded her hips, hanging down far past her buttocks but that changed when she grabbed at the loose material and pulled it up.

“Blake?”

“It’ll work better with direct contact, right?” she asked, head a little fuzzy.

When his hands touched her skin directly, she sighed. Rolling his wrists, he kneaded her flesh, Blake mewling as he squeezed her deliciously. Panting, Blake felt her nipples tighten within her bra and something hot and silken roiled beneath her navel.

Her cheeks flushed hotly as she felt her body’s reaction to his hands, her arousal simmering. When Jaune started using the heel of his hand, working her over until she felt something damp trickle into her panties.

“Jaune,” she moaned, tilting her head back. “Mm, that feels really good. You’re really talented at this.”

“Thanks.”

“Ah~!” she crooned when his fingers tightened, moving back and forth rapidly. “Oooh~! Ahh – right there, that feels sore~! Mm, keep touching me there.”

Blake squirmed, her tummy flipping as a hot flush rose up inside her. Pressing her thighs together, she subtly squeezed as her core clenched.

God, she felt like such a slut... getting turned on so much from just a little bit of handling. When his hands pulled back, it took her a few moments to realize he was no longer rubbing her, and she blinked stupidly.

“Wha – Jaune, what are you doing?” she almost whined. She turned her head, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Have you finished?”

The disappointment was clear to hear.

“I thought maybe we should stretch you out a little bit. There is only so much I can do with my hands like that,” he admitted. “It’s likely your tendons, right? If you lay on your back and lift your leg, I can push down on it.”

That made sense.

Blake swiftly lay down and rolled over, looking up at him as he knelt next to her. She felt strangely vulnerable even though she knew she could easily beat Jaune in a fight.

“Which side usually hurts more?” he asked.

“My left,” she answered, and she watched with hooded eyes as he reached for her left leg. His hands gently grabbed her just above the knee.

“Okay, bend your knee and lift it up so your foot is against the ground. That’s it,” he praised when she obeyed, feeling funny at the confirmation. “I’m going to push your knee to your chest, okay?”

Blake nodded and allowed him to manipulate her leg, licking her lips as he adjusted his hold and pushed her leg up from the underside of her thigh. Even though she was wearing stockings, she could feel the heat of his hands on her. There was a small twinge as her knee touched her chest.

“Can you extend your leg further?” he asked and she nodded again, extending her leg to its full length, her foot above her head. It hurt a little to do this, where normally it would be easy for her. She was now stretched out under him, one of her legs hiked up. It almost looked like he was mounting her, and Blake shivered. “How does that feel?”

“A little tender around my backside,” she said honestly, voice breathless. “Can you press down on me more?”

Using his weight, he stretched her leg out further. Blake moaned, that flare of discomfort nothing compared to the way her insides coiled.

“That’s it,” she panted. “Mm, Jaune, you’re stretching me out so much~!”

After they finished with her left leg, he moved to her right. The way his fingers slid over her stocking-clad legs set her on fire, and now the mild dampness in her panties was a swamp, her arousal growing.

Blake felt so easy – but she didn’t care. Jaune was a nice guy, cute and he was making her feel good. He wasn’t toxic, he wasn’t abusive and he definitely didn’t make her feel ashamed or horrified by his general outlook on life, nor his actions.

He wasn’t Adam.

There was nothing wrong with this. She was a girl, and he was a guy, and he was helping her out, touching her in ways that were innocent yet sensual. She didn’t need to feel bad about getting horny. This was normal.

It was normal.

His hand effortlessly encircled her ankle, pushing her foot higher and she groaned unabashedly, biting her lip aggressively as he leaned over her. Those wide blue eyes gazed down at her and she felt a spark of pleasure when they darkened slightly, staring at her glossy lips before looking away.

“How do you feel now?” he asked, releasing her and shuffling back.

Rolling onto her front, she stretched out like a cat before spreading her legs wide as if she were about to attempt the splits. While there was still a bit of pain, the tension and stiffness was largely gone.

“Mm, I feel a lot better,” she told him. But even though a few simple stretches and rubbing had done her a world of good, she wasn’t really ready to stop. “But I think I might need a little more attention right here.”

Reaching down, she cupped the underside of her ass where her glutes met with her hamstrings, and little further inward towards her adductors.

“I’m a little tight here,” she mostly-lied. “Do you think you could do something about it?”

For the first time, there was a hint of hesitation as Jaune asked, “Are you sure?”

Blake nodded. “Mhm. I’m sure. You’re really good at this.”

Jaune was silent for a beat, and then said, “Okay. Get on your hands and knees.”

Her filthy mind went straight into the gutter, her insides quivering as she got into position. Her tight shorts stretched across her butt, cupping her mound aggressively and she pressed back a little, her ass perking up.

If touching her hips had made her wet, who knows how good it would feel to have him squeezing her butt.

But it was something she didn’t get to know, for right when Jaune moved in, there was a rustle nearby before Ruby and Pyrrha appeared. Blake froze as her team leader and Jaune’s partner stared at them uncomprehendingly, as if the sight of Blake on her hands and knees, her ass presented eagerly to Jaune broke their brain.

The only one that didn’t appear affected was Jaune, who greeted them happily with, “Oh, hey guys. You decided to train outside as well?”

Blake covered her face, mortified.