Quarantine Crazed

Author's Note: There are a lot of my stories that are deeply intense, intimate explorations of serious themes, love and death, trust and hurt, identity and destiny. And then there's this thing. This story is chock-full of ridiculous, kinky hijinks. Don't, uh, don't take this one too seriously, okay?

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The Aura Plague, which attacked those with awakened Aura, was one of the greatest threats to Remnant's Huntsmen and Huntresses in the history of Remnant. Such a threat necessitated extreme measures to ensure that those pivotal defenders of the people survived to reemerge and resume their duties. Atlas Academy was no exception, with Teams RWBY and JNPR divvied up into pairs and essentially locked into small apartments.

This would have been all par for the course, but for a quirk of logistics that saw Ruby Rose and Oscar Pine swapping their respective partners. So it was that Jaune Arc and Weiss Schnee found themselves sharing an apartment for an indeterminate amount of time.

Weiss chewed her bottom lip as she regarded her roommate. He had been quiet, keeping to himself and occasionally reading up on the Dust upgrades to his shield. But Weiss wasn't fooled. Jaune may have been a good, sweet, and gentle man, who had unlocked his Semblance to save her life, but he was still a man. It would only be a matter of time before his male nature won out and he took her in a passionate storm of lovemaking.

It wasn't his fault, really. It was just the way of things. Surely, Jaune would be overcome with lust for her; after all, she was beautiful and glamorous, and had only grown moreso since their their time at Beacon. He had wanted her back then, so surely he would now be practically burning with desire for her.

Weiss had decided that, when he inevitably succumbed to his no-doubt intense lust for her, she would allow him to find… relief with her. He was an ideal choice for her first lover, a close friend, a gentleman, and, she must admit, he had become quite fetching as he matured. She smiled fondly at him as he studied his shield's schematics on his Scroll. He must have intense self-control to have refrained from falling on her like a ravenous beast, no doubt due to his concern and love for her. The least she could do was to make sure that he was able to find release from his burning desire without judgement.

She strode over to the room's large, heavy desk, and started organizing, making sure that any fragile items on its surface were stored in the shelves. After all, it was entirely possible that Jaune would seize her, lift her tiny body in his arms - and hadn't he filled out wonderfully since Beacon! - and toss her onto the desk to ravish her. And when he did, Weiss didn't want any sensitive electronics to be broken from his vigorous ministrations to her.

If she had been just a bit less in denial and projecting her own feelings onto Jaune, she probably would have noticed how the notion of Jaune taking her roughly on the desk had her heart racing and her thighs rubbing together. As it was, Weiss just resolved to continue setting the scene so that conditions would be perfect when Jaune took her and made her a woman.

She made sure that both of the beds in the apartment had fresh, clean sheets. Either bed could play host to their conjoining, with her fingers clutching the sheets tightly. Then Weiss made sure that there were a pair of glasses filled with water on each nightstand, though far enough from each bed that flailing limbs wouldn't knock them over while she and Jaune were in the throes of passion.

Satisfied with the state of the bedroom, Weiss then made sure that the kitchen counters were clear of sharp objects. After all, if he bent her over one of them, it would be best to make sure that everything went smoothly. She frowned as a thought occurred to her. Would it be better if she removed her panties first? She popped into the bathroom, clearing the bathroom counter and the bathtub so that they were safe for carnal activities before pulling up her skirt just a bit.

Hmm. Simple, white cotton briefs. Good for utilitarian Huntress work, but wouldn't it be better if she wore something a little more erotic? Or would it even matter if he hitched up her skirt over her hips and just tore her panties away from her body, revealing her most intimate parts for him to plunder? Either way, Weiss decided that the simple briefs had to go, so she quickly pulled them down, and was puzzled by how unusually damp they felt. She then touched up the grooming downstairs, leaving only a small, neat tuft of glistening white pubic hair.

Tossing her wet panties into her laundry hamper as she returned to the bedroom, Weiss searched her drawer for more appropriate undergarments. Her current outfit provided breast support with a built-in bra, which would come off when he pulled her clothes off in a fit of uncontrolled lust. That just left the choice of bottoms… she smiled as she regarded a slinky, blue number that was more string than anything else. It would definitely draw attention to her bottom, a part of her body of which Weiss was legitimately proud. Powerful muscles lay just underneath a thin layer of feminine softness. Surely, it would drive Jaune over the brink as she leaned on her hands and knees, her chosen knight plunging into her over and over again…

She may or may not have squealed happily at the mental image. Either way, she didn't acknowledge what it meant, even to herself. For Weiss was a proper lady, and certainly wasn't secretly hoping for a certain blonde knight to outright plow her like the fertile fields of spring. Perish the thought.

She slipped on the glorified buttfloss and made sure that her skirt was in place. Then she undid the tie at the base of her massive braid, sitting down to comb out her long, soft white hair so that it fell freely around her shoulders. As she checked herself in the mirror, she decided to lose her shawl and long gloves, leaving her shoulders bare. It would be best if Jaune worked out his uncontrollable need to have her in a single, powerful burst, instead of letting it linger for longer than it already had.

When she was satisfied with her appearance, she returned to the living room, unaware that she was openly sashaying as she walked. Jaune had kicked off his boots, and was laying on the couch, playing a cheerful video game on his Scroll.

"Hello, Jaune," Weiss purred, her voice husky. "How are you feeling?"

He waved lazily from his spot on the couch. "I'm doin' all right."

Weiss smiled at him. He was such a good boy, putting on a brave face for her comfort and benefit while he was clearly struggling with the dichotomy caused by his chivalrous nature and his natural manly need to pin her down underneath her and take her virginity. "Jaune," she said, gaining his full attention. "I know that you're holding back for my comfort."

"You do?"

She nodded. "I do. And I just want you to know that, while I appreciate your self-control for my sake, I understand that you're a man. And as a man, you have certain needs." Weiss took a deep breath. "So, I'm ready to deal with those needs for your sake as well. You may… you may let go as you need."

His smile was bright and pure. Weiss felt her heart skip a beat as he looked to her with both relief and gratitude. "Wow, thanks, Weiss!" he chirped. "You have no idea how long I've needed to do this!"

Weiss prepared herself to be taken in his arms. Which would he choose first, the couch? The bedroom? Shower perhaps, or maybe he would ravish her just right there on the living room floor?

Instead of leaping to his feet to devour her in a burst of furious lust, Jaune, to her horror, reached down to scratch his crotch, and then tooted out a loud fart.

"Ah, that's better," Jaune sighed happily, returning to his game as Weiss's jaw dropped.

"What was that?!"

He blinked at her, guileless and more than a little puzzled. "Uh… I thought when you said I could let go, it meant I could scratch and fart freely. You know, like men do."

"That wasn't what I meant!" Weiss howled.

"Well, what did you mean, then?"

She glared at him. "I was expecting you to give in to your natural lust for me! To pounce on me and ravage me like some wanton beast!"

Now his jaw fell open. It worked a bit, as his brain struggled to make sense of what his ears had just heard. Finally, helplessly, all Jaune could ask was "What?!"

"Your natural man-lust," she crossed her arms as she explained her thought process to him. "It makes you do and say stupid things because you're just so stricken by my beauty and raw sex appeal, obviously. I just wanted you to know that you could work that out with me!"

Jaune struggled to reboot. "I… well, first of all, men don't work that way. Secondly, are you… are you asking me to sleep with you?"

Her cheeks burned. "Of course not! I'm just saying that you don't need to repress your desire to take me!"

"What makes you think I want to sleep with you?"

Weiss looked stricken as his inquiry echoed in her ears. What… what madness was that? Of course he would want to sleep with her! How could he not? She was Weiss, his impossible crush, his Snow Angel!

"Am I… am I not beautiful to you anymore?" she asked, her voice suddenly shaky and very small.

"Of course you're beautiful!" Jaune pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning. But that doesn't mean I'm going to just… just…."

"Pin me down beneath you?" she supplied, her tone heavy with lust once more. "Bend me over the desk and kick my legs apart? Sheath yourself inside of me and claim me as your woman, over and over again? You truly weren't thinking of such a thing?"

Now Jaune was blushing heavily, as he shifted to hide the growing tent in his pants. "I wasn't before, but now I am!" he protested.

"See! It was only a matter of time! Why are you in denial about what you want?"

He shook his head as if to clear it. "Why am I in denial?! Why are you in denial? You're the one whose put thought into this!"

"I'm not in denial!" Weiss denied.

"If you want me to… to sleep with you, then you should just say so," Jaune said.

She wore the most unusual expression of shock and confusion, with her cheeks still flush with arousal and embarrassment. "I… that is... "

He stood then, and gently took hold of her by the upper arms. Her flush deepend and spread down her neck and chest, and up to her ears. Weiss's breath deepened, causing her to heave her breasts as she looked up at the tall man who had finally put his hands on her, just like…

Just like…

...Just like she'd wanted.

"I… I want you," she said, averting her gaze as she admitted it. "I can't think of anything else while we've been in this apartment together. I want you. I long for you. I want you to be my first, Jaune. I can't imagine it being anyone else, and…" She reached up to touch his cheek. "I…" She leapt into his arms and pressed her lips to his.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he returned her kiss, holding her up in his strong arms. Weiss gasped as he slammed her back against the wall, supporting her weight as he worked with a free hand to unbuckle his belt and let his pants drop around his ankles. She bit into the side of his neck, nipping the skin and drawing a growl out of him.

Jaune reached up and tore off the flimsy panties that she wore. She was fully wet and hot, which he confirmed by spreading her apart with his fingers. Weiss moaned as his probing digits worked inside of her. Her hymen had torn years ago, a natural consequence of her rigorous physical training, but she was vise-tight and fully ready to take him inside of her.

"Jaune," she moaned into his neck. "Jaune, please. I need it. I need it now!"

He reached down to line himself up. "Are you ready?" he growled into her ear, getting a lustful groan in answer. "Good answer." With that, he pushed his hard cock into her, slowly penetrating her as far as he could go. He was then able to use both hands to hold her up against the wall, slowly raising and lowering the petite Weiss onto his manhood.

Weiss wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as she reveled in the feeling of his hard dick pushing in all the way up to the top of her vagina and slowly sliding out and down as he lowered her. "Gods, Jaune, I love it!"

Eventually, he began to pick up the pace, the force of it causing one of Weiss's small breasts to pop out of her top. With another deep growl, Jaune pulled his lover off of the wall and carried her to the desk, laying her onto it and pulling down the top of her dress. He resumed his thrusting, captivated by the way her breasts bounced and jiggled. Weiss pulled her legs back, putting the back of her knees onto his shoulders, allowing him even deeper access. The tip of his penis slid against the opening to her womb. In a flash of half-remembered carnal advice, Jaune reached down, sliding his fingers through the silvery curls on her pelvis before finding the little button that he'd been told to tweak.

He used his thumb to lightly tease her clitoris, gentle, tentative caresses that sent jolts of shocking pleasure through her loins. Weiss responded by clenching around him, with her arms, legs, and the tight depths of her vagina. This proved to be too much for Jaune, who felt himself hit the brink. He had just enough wherewithal to recall that he wasn't wearing a condom, and just barely managed to withdraw from her before he hit his climax.

Weiss gasped as she felt his molten seed spray across her bared chest. Jaune left several long rows of semen on her flesh, the liquid pooling in the cleft between her breasts before he stepped back from the desk and sat down heavily on a chair, panting deeply. She reached down and dipped her finger into the fluid on her chest. As Jaune looked up at her, his eyes regaining their focus, she began to lick her fingers clean, dipping them again and again to clean the hot, salty fluid off of her skin.

Jaune was completely speechless at the sight.

"A good first effort," she said, wearing a satisfied smirk at having finally got what she'd wanted.

"Let's do it again!"

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They did, in fact, do it again, and in many of the positions and places that Weiss had fantasized about. Then they did it in positions and places that she hadn't even considered before. Their relationship had been outed after an ill-timed video call when her Scroll had been positioned to record the best view, a fact that had mildly traumatized Ruby and had caused Yang to laugh herself hoarse. By the time the quarantine had been lifted, Weiss and Jaune knew each other's bodies just as completely as their own.

Their sexual intimacy had soon been followed by an emotional intimacy, and the two had fallen into an easy relationship. Winter had threatened to enact swift and spectacular murder upon the man who had deflowered her little sister. Jaune could have pointed out that Weiss had initiated said deflowering, but he was willing to endure a bit of an asskicking to save his girlfriend some dignity with her sister. This, of course, gave Weiss another opportunity to show her appreciation for his sacrifice as she, ahem, nursed him back to health.

All in all, Weiss was quite satisfied with how her time in quarantine had gone. Bribing the General's secretary to assign her with Jaune Arc had been the best money she'd ever spent.

Worth every penny.

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Story Endnote: I, uh… Yeah, I have no excuse for this one. Man, when this plague ends, we're gonna have a quarantine baby boom, aren't we? If nothing else, a little comic relief and unmitigated smut makes for a nice palate cleanser after my last work.

Good news is, I'm back to writing, so expect updates on my regular stories soon.

-Mahina