Warning: This fic is rated M for a reason. Explicit sexual content in the latter half of the fic. 18+ readers only.

Idea inspired by and fic betaed by Shipper of Trashy Ships and Lightningstrxu

The first words out of Weiss's mouth were rather predictable.

"I can't believe this."

The next words out of Jaune's mouth were equally predictable.

"I know."

The conversation afterwards was similarly predictable.

"This is your fault."

"Yep."

"I hate you so much right now."

"I know."

What was unusual for the conversation was the location it was being held in. Weiss was currently speaking into Jaune's chest, while Jaune's voice was rumbling into the bun in her hair.

"Ow! Move over, you big lug!"

"I can't, Weiss."

The reason for their close proximity?

"I hate your stupid locker."

They were both stuck in Jaune's locker.

Jaune moved his arm to prop himself up.

"Yeah...I have to agree with you on that one."

Jaune winced as Weiss moved around. She was all elbows and bones, digging into his body as she moved around, but that wasn't what Jaune was feeling in her fidgeting. The locker was at an angle, and due to their tilted position, Jaune was unfortunately under the heiress. He felt her sharp edges, to be sure, but more importantly, he felt her curves pressing into him, her evening dress gliding over his legs in the dark of the locker. Needless to say, Jaune was...uncomfortable.

"Weiss! Would you please stop moving?"

Weiss stilled, but then started shifting herself again, though more deliberately this time, hands pressing into his sides so she could push herself up slightly, this time to angle her head up to look at his face.

"Why?"

"Because it's really uncomfortable."

Weiss had the temerity to look affronted at the man she was ostensibly laying on.

"Jaune, you are pressing into me with armor, I am pressing into you with an evening dress of the finest silk Atlas could procure, why do you think you're the one feeling uncomfortable here?"

Jaune mumbled something under his breath that she couldn't discern.

"Pardon?"

"Never mind."

Now Weiss was starting to get annoyed.

She grabbed his chest plate and used it to pull herself up to look at him face to face, with noses nearly touching in the confined space.

"What was that?" She said threateningly, as she moved her lower body to get more stability on Jaune to keep from falling.

"I said it was nothing Weiss." Jaune said, averting his eyes.

Weiss narrowed her eyes as she began to straddle him more to keep her balance. She was hot in this locker, she was clearly going to miss her prior engagement, and the person she was stuck in this locker with was acting like a child. So, in her anger, she focused all of her attention on the only poor schmuck stuck in the metal box with her.

"Jaune. What. Did. You. Say."

He bit his lip in concern as Weiss was still trying to get a better position on top of him.

"Weiss, really, could you please stop moving-"

"Jaune, I swear to the gods! I will-"

"I SAID BECAUSE I HAVE A DICK."

Weiss finally stopped glaring and moving around to stare at Jaune's dark outline in the darkness in confusion. His warm breath blowing gently into her face.

"What?" She said quietly.

"I said I was more uncomfortable than you because I have a dick." Jaune said hoarsely. He breathed deeply before saying quickly, "Do you mind moving your foot now?"

It was at that point that Weiss paid attention to where her ballet slipper clad feet were resting, and realized that the hard lump she was using for support was actually at Jaune's crotch height.

With a bang she flung herself against the door of the locker hanging over them, falling back down, but with her arms and legs tentpoling herself over Jaune's body.

"Fuck." she breathed out, wincing at the impact she'd made with the metal, and at her faux pas. "I apologize."

Jaune let out a sigh of relief as the pressure on his more sensitive areas subsided.

"Thanks."

They just stayed there for a while after that. Breathing harshly as both of their heart rates subsided.

The two were left in the awkward position after that. Jaune trying to remain stock still, while Weiss tried not to lean into him.

But Weiss could feel the burn in her arms and legs building up, so she finally spoke again.

"Jaune...look, I can't hold this pose forever, can I lay down on you?"

"Ummm, I have no objection to it." Jaune said as his cheeks burned with a blush in the dark box. "But uh...you might...touch...something you might not want to."

Weiss rolled her eyes but her own face burned too.

"Jaune, I'm a grown woman, I can handle...physical contact," she said sheepishly as she lowered herself onto him, careful to angle her body around his crotch.

She rested her head on his chest plate as she let her arms relax. They were quiet again, before Jaune spoke.

"So where were you going?"

She looked at where his face generally was again. She didn't know how, but he could tell she was looking at him so he clarified.

"You have your formal dress on."

She continued to look at him in confused silence.

"The one without the combat skirt that would've taken up 90% of the breathable space in this locker."

With that mystery solved, Weiss angled her head back to a more normal position facing parallel to the man she was laying on. She considered not answering him, but then again, they might be there a while. Plus, the...event she was going to still weighed on her mind, even if she clearly wasn't going to make it now.

The only problem? What that event was.

"I was going to a...party."

"What for?"

Weiss's mind wasn't working fast enough to come up with believable answers, so she improvised something halfway to the truth.

"Yang...made a bet. With our team. If we beat Salem, she made us promise a...girl's night. Needless to say, Blake and I didn't really expect to survive long enough for her to capitalize on that promise"

"Oh, were you going out for a night on the town?"

Weiss's face colored and she thanked the gods he couldn't see her face in the dark of the locker.

"No, no, it was going to be a party...within our rooms." She cringed at the poor choice of words.

"In your rooms? Weird."

"Yes…" Weiss said nervously, hoping he wouldn't figure out what she had been planning on doing. Or more specifically, whom.

"So you, Ruby, -" Weiss's hands, which had worked their way into Jaune's hoodie for support, froze.

"NO!" she said quickly.

"What, but I thought your whole team-"

"I was talking about Yang, Blake, and I!" She said, blushing in excitement at the idea of Ruby joining their...victory celebrations...but also cringing at the thought of Yang's wrath if she had even thought to suggest it, (though, if her bi heart were honest, she had definitely been thinking about the possibility…)

Weiss calmed down as another awkward silence filled the locker.

"So who else is going to this thing?"

Weiss bit her lip in annoyance, but was just as bored as he was, so she tried to come up with a reasonable answer that didn't give anything away, but would allow them to continue the conversation.

"Well obviously not me." she said sarcastically, gesturing in the dark at their current situation. "But Yang did say something about Sun coming?"

"I thought this was a girl's night out?"

This time Weiss didn't even bother getting worked up over the inconsistency and just kept the conversation going.

"It started as one." She said in annoyance. "Just three...friends…'celebrating' after killing the most evil creature to grace the face of Remnant. But instead, Yang invited Sun, something about 'blondes need to share'. Then she invited Ilia, because 'she left the Fang for Blake, the least we can do is invite her', and then she accepted, even though she's a fucking lesbian, so I don't know how that's going to work with this. Oh, and don't even get me started on Nora finding out and dragging Ren along with her…"

After she really getting her rant rolling, she stopped suddenly, realizing that she may have clued Jaune into the real activities they were going to be doing, and listened for his response.

His voice was a little sheepish when he finally spoke up. "Huh. So...Yang was inviting me to a party...I really should've known something was up with a midnight training session the day after we killed Salem."

Weiss froze, and analyzed his words carefully. The only thing she was able to think was "Wow, Yang really took the 'blondes need to share' philosophy to heart" before Jaune interrupted her thoughts again.

"Well I'm sorry we're both missing the party Weiss. I...have no idea what the hell Yang was planning apparently, but whatever it is, you seem bummed you're missing it. I'm sorry we both missed out."

She looked at him in complete dumbfounded disbelief. He was too sincere to be lying, and too unemotional to know that he was invited to a…party. If he had been excited by the prospect, he would have been disappointed, if he had been embarrassed, he would have been relieved, but instead he was just...sorry. He honestly didn't know what he was missing out on.

Jaune continued after the prolonged silence from Weiss.

"It's probably for the best. I wasn't really really in a partying mood when I was heading there anyway, I probably wouldn't have liked it."

Weiss's eyes narrowed. She and Jaune weren't as close as she would like, but he'd been in a funk for a while. Not a depression, or suicidal, gods above, his friends had worked too hard on him for that to be an issue right now, but just in a funk. He couldn't find it in himself to really put himself out there on the dating scene, or join up with his friends for things.

She began to remember Yang trying to get Jaune's attention, Yang promising Ruby she'd try to help Jaune, Yang pushing her to be friends with the blonde idiot. She also remembered everyone else in their little group, struggling to get back into the swing of things. Images flashed through her head of Yang needling her for hours to agree to come, of her desperately wanting her to join the 'party'.

Weiss sighed into Jaune's armor. She mentally cursed herself. No wonder Yang was pushing so hard for this. She probably thought that this was the only way for them to just...recharge, after everything they've gone through.

And she'd fucked it up.

She sighed again.

"It's okay Weiss. I'm okay with missing a party. Wouldn't be the first time."

Her eyes narrowed at the stupid, brainless, idiotic, selfless, kind, helpful blonde she was stuck in a locker with.

Her friends had worked to help him out of his funk, and he was trapped in a locker with a bitchy heiress with an anger problem and a penchant for poor decision making.

No. It was not okay.

She muttered under her breath.

"Fuck. This. Shit. I'll give you a damn party."

"Weiss?"

She shifted in her position, pushing herself off of his hard chestplate.

"Oh, nothing, Jaune, just getting more comfortable."

She moved herself downward. Her head moving past his abdomen.

"Weiss, ah, what are you doing?"

"Nothing" She said with little to no sincerity.

"Uh, if you keep moving down there, you might touch-" Jaune's voice was stopped as Weiss traced her hand over the part of his jeans covering his crotch. "Oh gods..." he said quietly as she undid his belt buckles. "Weiss, you do know what you're doing, right?"

"Why yes Jaune, I know exactly what I'm doing" she said with an invisible gleam in her eye.

The dark of the locker prevented Jaune from seeing Weiss, but he could feel her well manicured nail hooking into his fly, and the silence that had followed after Weiss's last statement was broken by the sound of his zipper being dragged downwards, so just a thin veil of briefs kept his crotch hidden from the warm musty air of the locker.

Her nimble fingers slid his underwear and pants down his legs, releasing his erect cock in between them.

They paused, with Jaune just getting a second of the feeling of his cock in the open air before he felt petite hands grasp the base of his rod.

She slowly dragged her delicate fingers up his shaft, lightly drifting over it as it swelled in her hand. She stopped when she got to the tip, her hand tightening around Jaune's arousal just below its head.

His cock had stopped growing, but she could feel his pulse racing through him. She squeezed him once, and began to feel a dribble of pre-cum on her fingers.

Jaune felt the chill of his fluids get on his cock through the gaps in her fingers, and like that, he tensed, expecting Weiss to let go, to scream about her propriety, and to end this living dream of his. Instead, he groaned in pleasure as he felt her right hand, her less dominant one if he remembered correctly, swirl around the head of his cock, collecting his precum on her own fingers.

He was about to ask what she was doing when he heard a loud slurping noise. It was exaggerated, and from the sounds of it, sloppy and messy, but it was definitely coming from Weiss's mouth. His suspicions were confirmed when she suddenly rose from her kneeling position, dragging his face to her standing height and kissing him passionately on his lips.

Their tongues probed each other, back and forth, but Jaune was only focused on the taste he was getting from her. It was slimy, and a hint salty, but it was familiar. They pulled apart, breathless, and Jaune remembered where he had tasted that before. Sometime when he was last been in an experimenting mood with Ren and Nora, he'd gotten a bit of Ren in his mouth, and right now, Weiss tasted exactly like him.

The light may have been low, but Jaune could see Weiss teasingly put her fingers in her mouth and slurping on them, before releasing them with a pop and an unseen smirk.

"Fuck me…" Jaune breathed.

Though Jaune couldn't see it, Weiss grinned viciously. Her left hand had never left his cock, and she gave him another squeeze. He gasped, and his dick dribbled out a few drops of pre-ejaculate.

She whispered to him.

"That's the idea…"

She shimmied down before he could respond, and moved her head down in front of his cock.

Weiss recalled her hours of "research" for the "party" she'd planned on attending, and moved her head in.

First, was lubrication.

Jaune felt Weiss's tongue on his balls, dragging over them with practiced ease. She worked her way up, kissing the side of his cock and licking it thoroughly, until her saliva coated the veiny skin completely. Then she continued right next to it. Then again, and again, until his entire member was coated in her saliva.

Next was excitement.

Jaune was already erect, but Weiss's "research" had showed that men liked to beg to be fucked. Or, more that she liked it when men begged to be fucked. So she began to tease Jaune, taking his testicles into her mouth completely, and swirling them with her tongue. Jaune began to groan in earnest, cursing under his breath.

"Weiss...please…fuck yeah…."

Weiss smirked to herself in the dark, and began to stroke Jaune again. This time a little faster, and she could feel his balls tensing in preparation for his orgasm.

Then she let go of him.

Her hand let go completely in the middle of a stroke, her mouth pulled off of his balls without a trace.

Jaune was breathing heavily, and the only thing he could feel of Weiss in the dark were her hot breaths over the head of his cock.

The last step Weiss had learned? Give them an experience to remember.

Jaune was confused, as usual. But he barely got out a "Weiss?-" before he felt her small lips on the head of his dick.

She moved forward slowly, taking more and more of his rod into her mouth. He could feel her tongue wrapping itself around him and her teeth slightly dragging across his skin.

Then he felt her uvula in the back of her throat.

The entrance to her esophagus was pressing on the head of his dick, but Weiss hadn't taken all of it yet. Jaune was desperately trying not to cum when he felt Weiss take a deep breath around his dick, and pressed herself into him.

All he could do was just swear in ecstasy as Weiss began to deepthroat him.

Weiss had been practicing with a dildo in preparation for her "party", but nothing had prepared her for this. The emotions, the feel of having something alive in your mouth, the sheer arousal at the impropriety of the situation was overwhelming her. But she soldiered on, burying Jaune's cock to the hilt within her mouth.

She held it there, her drool trickling out of her onto his balls and into his pants. She refused to let herself swallow, and risk choking, but after several long, lustful seconds, she pried herself off of Jaune's cock.

Jaune was in pure ecstasy, and he was frankly amazed that he hadn't orgasmed yet, and Weiss's pulling off of him let him relax his control enough to breathe a sigh of relief which was echoed by Weiss taking a deep breath.

Then he felt her lips on the head of his cock again.

She pushed her mouth onto Jaune's rod again, releasing another wave of ecstasy into him. She didn't push him into her throat like before, but she made up for it by sliding herself back up his cock again much faster.

Her lubrication from her deepthroat served her well as she pushed herself onto him and back off, faster and faster, soon pistoning her head onto his crotch, sending wave after wave of stimulation into him.

Jaune's pulse, and Weiss's skyrocketed with each movement and pretty soon, Jaune was trying to get Weiss's attention.

"Weiss, I'm going to-I'm-"

His words only seemed to make her go even faster, moving with new vigor on his slick cock.

Then his whole body tensed, and Weiss threw her head off of him, slamming into the back of the locker with a bang.

He unleashed a torrent of cum, and it coated Weiss's face, neck, and dress in semen as she breathed heavily.

They were both silent, catching their breaths.

"Uh...did I get any on you Weiss?"

Weiss could feel the gobs of semen on her face, gravity pulling them inexorably down her body. She stood up in the locker, her face in front Jaune's, with both of them looking at the dark outlines of where the other was.

She took her hand, and slid two fingers over a particularly large patch of his cum on her face.

She licked the tip once, getting a small taste for herself, and she moved it towards Jaune. His mouth opened politely, and she stuck her fingers in.

She tasted like him. Jaune smirked.

They didn't know how long they were standing there, with Weiss covered in Jaune's cum, and Jaune with the taste of his own semen on his lips, but pretty soon, Jaune's cock was erect again. This time, Jaune grabbed Weiss with a squeak of protest from the girl, and flipped her so that she was under him.

He hiked up the slit in her dress, tearing a hole up it's side before exposing a bare pussy to the air of the locker, and Weiss grabbed his dick to guide it to her slit.

His head waited at her entrance, her vulva gently rubbing against him. Weiss used it to rub against her clitoris once, before she guided it back to her hole, and slid herself down.

She was filled with a wonderfully warm feeling, and Jaune was experiencing a whole new kind of pleasure. She groaned against him and he against her, before he slowly buried his cock all the way to the hilt.

Then he began to pull out and Weiss gasped, already missing the feeling, before he began to push it back it again before the head even left.

He began to push, back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, and Weiss was feeling him push into spots she didn't even know she had, and at faster and faster rates.

His body was becoming more and more forceful as Jaune threw himself against Weiss, with his balls smacking against her with audible noises, and with each thrust, Weiss's clit was getting pounded, increasing her pleasure, and making her let out a string of curses for him to keep going.

Jaune was starting to pant, from exhaustion and from arousal, and was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Likewise, Weiss was starting to get excited, but she realized that he was going to explode soon. So she stuck one of her hands down between them and began frantically rubbing her clit, timing it with each thrust and soon she was the one desperately trying to not come too early.

Weiss came first, with her pleasure rocking around her, and releasing shudders throughout her body, rippling through her pussy and radiating from there. The twitches were the final nail in the coffin for Jaune's orgasm, and he released his load into her trembling cunt.

Both of them let out breaths as Jaune gingerly pulled out of her, and he flipped her so that she was back on top of him, this time with his wet dick resting against her as she lay over his body.

The two fell asleep in comfort within the locker, with the discomfort of the metal interior, and the cramped company, overcome by a feeling of love and safety between both of them…

Epilogue

"What the-HEY GUYS, I FOUND THEM!"

"Is that a...rocket locker? Jeez, were they in there the whole night?"

"I think so. Do you smell something?"

"No?"

"Uh, I can, and I don't think we should open-"

"Look, we gotta get them out, maybe we can guess the code and-"

RIPPPP...

"Or we could just rip off the door to the locker. I thought I was supposed the overly-destructive one, Yang."

"You're just mad you didn't get to it first Nora, now let's get them-oh god, what's that smell?!"

"Them."

"Thank you Blake, for your insight and wisdom, truly, Faunus senses are the peak of evolution. Care to be more specific?"

"Yeah, like since when does Weiss-cream smell like fish?"

"Since they had sex."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...motherfuckers. We go the trouble of arranging an orgy for these idiots, only for them to get stuck in a locker and become the only people to get laid tonight?"

"To be fair, you did plan the orgy for the express purpose of getting Jaune and Weiss laid to get them out of their respective funks, so...your plan worked…"

"And I doubt they got stuck in their on purpose. So it's not their fault we spent all night looking for them instead of, you know…"

"-instead of fucking."

"...yeah."

"Ugh, fine, I guess I should be happy for them or something…"

"Besides, Yang, now that we know they're okay, we can finally start the orgy!"

"It'd be more of a cuddle pile with how tired everyone is from searching for these two, but I'm pretty sure everyone would still be up for it."

"...fine...so...do we carry them back?"

"..."

"Pfft, yeah right. Fuck no, Beacon's ruins are perfectly safe, nothing's gonna attack them while they sleep, and they can just walk back when they wake up, let's just call everyone up for the cuddle pile and go home."

"Works for me! Nora, you in?"

"Hey guys, is that cum on Weiss's face?"

"..."

"..."

"...okay, blackmail photos first, then cuddle pile."