Art is courtesy of GrapeSlime [NSFW], and edited with their permission.
If there was one thing Jaune hated about being a huntsman, it was the schedule. Beacon Academy’s yearly schedule was a bit different from the civilian’s schools he’d gone to as a kid. Those yearly schedules had been created around the farming and harvesting cycle that many rural people had followed as a matter of course. Normal school years (as far as he was concerned) started in the Fall, around September, and then went around the tail of the year, and ended in the spring, April, May, June at the very latest.
But Beacon, and the other academies, were different. They started in March, went over the entire summer, and then ended in November, with the break between years being over the course of the winter, rather than the summer.
And largely, this made sense. Winter was a very specialized environment, and huntsman spent a lot of time outside, so it made sense to have the year during seasons where it was the easiest to work outside.
There was just one problem however…Jaune wore a woolen onesie to sleep, and he hadn’t brought any other pajamas, because he’d packed before realizing that the year started in April.
It was July. And Jaune was hot as hell.
He tossed and turned on his mattress, literally nothing but his onesie to cover him. Even just a sheet felt too stifling, let alone the extra covers. He was strongly tempted to sleep in the nude, but he tended to be kind of groggy in the morning, and he didn’t want anyone on his team to get a nasty shock.
He grunted in frustration, and pulled his pajamas open, the cool air from the window he’d opened earlier drifting across his sweaty chest. That felt a little better, but…
He cautiously pulled the pajamas open a little farther, the folded seam stopping just above his crotch. He dared not go any further, in case he rolled around too much in his sleep, and the pajamas slipped off to leave him in a…compromising position.
His chest bared to the air, he once again resolved to find unconsciousness. And over the next forty-five minutes, he did. As he was drifting off however, he couldn’t help but wonder how Pyrrha was enjoying her girl’s night with Team RWBY and Nora…
It was late when they returned. Far too late for them to be laughing as much as they did. But they were perhaps more than a little punch drunk, (some of them actually drunk) for the lateness of the hour to really register for them.
They laughed and giggled and teased each other, Yang and Nora’s uproarious cackling occasionally bouncing up and down the halls to torment everyone who was trying to catch up on some well-needed sleep.
Pyrrha, Nora, and team RWBY staggered through the hallways toward their dorms, clinging to each other and trading jokes, “Do you remember when-?”, “Did you see that boy-?”, “We could’ve brought the boys dancing-”, “This was so much fun!”
They were in fact so occupied with their reminiscing that they almost walked right past their dorms. It wasn’t until Nora’s scroll beeped as she bumped against the lockpad that she realized where they were.
“Guys! Guys, ssshhhhh-” she held a finger to her lips despite the fact that her first word had been shouted, “the boys are asleep. We should– we should get changed, and go to bed.”
“I am going to be exhausted tomorrow,” Pyrrha said, holding a hand against her forehead and wiping some strands of hair away, slick with sweat from the dancing and heat of the club they’d been to.
Yang half hummed, half grunted in agreement. “Imonna be…so hung over…”
“You shouldn’t have drunken so much then,” Blake said, before letting out a small hiccup. She wasn’t exactly sober herself.
“Drunken?” Weiss said, searching her purse for her scroll. “Blake, your english is falling to pieces.”
“Dranked?” Ruby was leaning against Pyrrha’s side, tired beyond belief. She was wondering if she could convince Pyrrha or Yang to carry her inside and put her in her bed. They were tall, right?
“That’s even worse,” Pyrrha chuckled beside her, and gently pat her hair.
Nora pressed the pocket of her jacket against the lockpad, and it gave a quiet beep before the door to JNPR’s room clicked open. Pyrrha clasped Ruby’s shoulders and lifted her, keeping her pivoted on the floor as though she were a log, and leaned her against the wall next to RWBY’s room.
Weiss let out an exasperated huff, her purse doing it’s best to keep her scroll as a valuable prize, something she would not soon steal back from it.
Yang patted her jacket. “I can get it.”
“I don’t want you to get it, I want to find my scroll.”
Yang shrugged and leaned against the wall beside Ruby. “Ooookay.”
Suddenly, Pyrrha’s excited face leaned out of her door, and she called quickly to them, “RWBY! Come look at this!” It was a stage-whisper, but technically a whisper nonetheless.
Now this was intriguing. Yang, Blake, and Ruby perked up, and moved to enter JNPR’s room. Weiss moved a bag of tampons out of the way before giving up and joining them.
It was the early morning, and the moon was shining through one of the windows. And what it fell on almost made their mouths water.
Jaune was lying in bed, one arm resting on his forehead, the other pinned behind his back by the sleeve of his pajamas. The most apparent thing was that his onesie was mostly open, almost to the crotch, and a few strands of pubic hair peeking from above where it fully closed. The arm on his head was entirely free of its sleeve, and as he was posed, twisted and stretched out across his bed, he looked like a Garcian statue, chiselled from marble.
Yang let out a low whistle before Ruby smacked her in the gut. “Ouch! Just sayin’ Pyrrha, you do some goooood work.~ That is a tasty view.”
Nora stepped out of the bathroom and flicked the switch off, rolling her eyes at the assembled girls.
Yang quietly called over to her, “You don’t wanna see?”
Nora shook her head. “No thanks. I’ve got my own.” And even as she said it, she stepped past her own bed, which looked like it hadn’t been slept in in weeks, and climbed into Ren’s. He murmured something, and an eye peaked open, before he realized who it was and wrapped his arm behind her back, the other hand tossing the sheet over her body.
Blake grumbled at the sickeningly cute scene. “Stupid…not-single people.”
Yang got a very drunk, very silly, possible dangerous idea. She quickly walked out of the door, and into her arm room, opening the lock with a quick tap of her scroll against the pad, and rummaged through the bathroom, pulling out a little container of lipstick she’d bought before she had any idea how to choose colors.
Everyone was watching her when she got back, and she grinned at them as she applied the yellow lipstick to her mouth. Then, stepping quietly over to Jaune’s bed, she leaned down, bracing herself on the edges of the mattress, and pressed her lips against his chest. She pushed in, then pulled away, and glowed with pride at the yellow impression of her lips that she’d left on his abs, just below his right pec.
“Are you insane?!” Weiss hissed at her, still waiting by the door. Blake had already left to go get her own lipstick, and Pyrrha was tiptoeing to the bathroom. Weiss spluttered incredulously as Ruby bumped into her, trying to squeeze past so she could go and get some lipstick for herself. “You can’t be serious! What if he wakes up?” She stopped complaining when Blake came back with purple lips, instead brushing past her to get to the RWBY bathroom.
Yang laughed quietly as Blake gently pushed her out of the way, leaning down and leaving her own mark on Jaune. She pulled away, and a purple impression of a kiss was left on Jaune’s body, lower than Yang’s had been, just to the left of his navel.
“Oooh, spicey. I like it,” Yang said to her, and Blake flushed.
“I didn’t mean to put it that low.”
“Mhmm, suuur- Woah!” Yang cut herself off as Ruby bumped into her, using her semblance to speed from one room to the other.
It was Ruby’s turn to lean down and make her mark, and she did so, a red kiss mark on his left pec. She chuckled to herself, her lips still a very deep red. “It’s over his heart.”
“His heart is on the other side, you imbecile,” Weiss said, gesturing for everyone to stand back as she covered her lips with a light blue coating. Blake and Ruby inhaled nervously when Weiss actually grasped Jaune’s side, leaning down to place her kiss on his right pec, a little lower than Ruby’s.
Weiss stood back up, and pointed. “See? That’s where his heart is.”
They quieted when Pyrrha gently tapped on Weiss’ shoulder. Her lips were scarlet, with a tint of orange that Ruby’s kiss hadn’t had. Everyone stepped back.
Pyrrha looked over her partner’s body, the four kiss marks now in place. She’d let each of them go first, because she wanted her kiss to be something special, distinct. She grinned, leaned down, and kissed, her heart leaping when Jaune muttered something and shifted beneath her. A hair tickled the bottom of her chin.
Pyrrha just chuckled at them as Yang thumped her on the back. She looked at the mark she’d made. Her scarlet trace was pressed on Jaune’s hips, just above his groin, well below where his body tapered together to form his pelvis. There she had it. Distinct.
Click. Pyrrha turned in horror to stare at Blake, who still had her scroll in her hands. “Blake. Oh my god.”
“You have to delete it!” Pyrrha lunged at her, but Blake used her semblance and escape through her, running for the hallway. “Blake! Blake please! This would be so embarassing!” Pyrrha sprinted after her, the rest of team RWBY following quickly behind, to help or interfere, or just to see what happened next.
The next ten seconds or so were quiet, apart from the muffled shouts and thumping coming from across the hall. Then, Cinder Fall gently closed the door to JNPR’s room.
“Staking your claim, hm?” She applied her own coat of lipstick to her mouth, and decided she might as well make her mark, as his other friends had. Assuming they were just friends, of course.
Her fingers gently grasped his chin, and tilted it up, and she pressed her mouth against his neck. He let out a soft moan, and one of his arms reached up and tried to caress her back, her hair, just to hold her closer again.
She smiled and brushed the arm aside, and he let out a disappointed sigh as he shifted, his head turning to face the other way on the pillow. “Soon,~” she promised. Yellow, with a tad more orange than the Yang girl had used. There was also a smudge of charcoal, where her thumb had grazed against his throat. It would have to do, and the charcoal helped to show that he was hers. And then she was gone, out of the window and into the early morning hours of Beacon Academy.
Art is courtesy of GrapeSlime [NSFW], and edited with their permission.
