A Master Heist (RWBY)

A Master Heist (RWBY)

A/N: A Master Heist was a Patreon Poll Winner originally written in 2018, and posted to HF back in 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: An AU of RWBY in which neither Ozpin nor Cinder were aware of the TRUE heist going on under their noses all along.

Themes: Fucked Silly, Dom/Sub, Breeding

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The room was quiet, and its single occupant saw no reason to change that as he sat in silent contemplation, his hands steepled together. Everything had gone according to plan. Victory was, by all accounts, theirs. But he knew better than to celebrate early. He knew better than to count his chickens before they'd hatched.

So, when the door opens, and a young woman walks in, he doesn't say a word. Neither does she, even as she sits down in a chair as well, her long bunny ears flicking and twitching in his direction. But she doesn't speak. She remains silent, respecting the atmosphere of the room for the time being. That's not unexpected though. She's always been a quiet one. Demure and docile... and the perfect infiltrator as a result.

Another woman enters the room a few minutes after the first. This one is older, older than both of them, and dressed in all while. But she too says not a word as she takes her seat as well. She too remains silent as she perches on the edge of that seat, her legs crossed, and her hands clasped together in her lap. Prim and proper to a tee. But then, given her upbringing, was that truly any surprise?

Still, she too reads the atmosphere of the room and respects his choice to remain quiet until all is said and done. In the end, the silence is only broken when the door opens one last time and the last two women of their group step inside together, shared smiles across their faces and arms wrapped around each other's waists. The red head is laughing, while her dark-skinned comrade snickers over whatever it was they were talking about when they first entered.

They come to a stop as the tense atmosphere of the room hits them, but the man who was seated before any else arrived has finally allowed himself to smile. And seeing that, they continue to smile as well. In fact, both of the other women that make up the group are now smiling along with them. Everyone is smiling, as the last two to arrive make their way to their seats, the red head on the right of the man, within touching distance.

His hand slides out, and when the red head takes it, he squeezes hers in a comforting, affectionate manner that's instantly and eagerly returned. They finally did it. They'd won.

"Well done, all of you."

His voice cuts through the quiet of the room like butter, and all four women practically vibrate with excitement. The red head is the first to lean forward. At the same time, she squeezes the man's hand all the harder, glancing his way with a soft smile.

"We couldn't have done it without your leadership, Mastermind."

The rest of the women in the room nod at that. All are in agreement, even as the man lets out a self-deprecating chuckle.

"I appreciate the show of confidence. The job is done though... and we're secure. No need for codenames here."

There's even more excitement at that. After all, such a declaration... it means the job truly is officially done. They've done it. They've won. The red head's smile widens slightly as she looks at the man with something more than happiness in her eyes.

"Jaune."

The blonde grins back at her and dips his head in acknowledgement of his name.

"Pyrrha."

"Oh jeez you two, get a room."

That comes from the green-haired, dark-skinned woman that Pyrrha entered with. Of course, the bunny-eared brunette at her side is quick to speak up, a blush and a lewd smile on her face.

"Don't you dare suggest such a thing, Emerald. Not without securing an invite for the three of us as well."CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

That draws words from the prim and proper woman in all white as she turns up her nose.

"Ah, and now the bunny's true instincts come into play, don't they Velvet?"

Jaune just chuckles and lifts an eyebrow at the green-haired young woman, as if to ask her if she really thought he was going to give that way. Emerald just blushes further, but Jaune has already turned his attention towards Velvet. The bunny faunus is needy... more than needy, she's squirming as he climbs onto the bed, nestles between her legs, and pushes his cock up inside of her in one smooth motion.

She immediately cums around his member. Though, Jaune knows that it's not because of his size alone. This body does have quite a substantial length to it, to be fair, but it's more than that. Velvet is a bunny faunus... and that means something, especially when it comes to sex. Unfortunately, she's been rather stuck in her role for these past two years, leading to the poor girl being more than a little backed up.

As he fucks her, her cries of pleasure swiftly fill the room. The other three watch her the entire time, wide eyed and excited for their own turns. Velvet's doesn't last long, ultimately... she's just too primed for his cock, in the end. The phrase "fucking like rabbits" comes to mind, but here it's just not applicable. Jaune grunts as Velvet's walls milk his first release from him, but when he looks up at her, she's already in a state of complete, insensate pleasure. Fucked silly, would be the crasser way to put it.

Pulling out, the blond looks at the rest of the women waiting for him. Each of them wants him, each of they are eager for him to take them. But in the end, there's really only one girl he can go after next. Pyrrha moans as he slides into her, while Emerald groans in disappointment and Winter bites her lower lip, unwilling to show anymore of her own desire.

Pyrrha has no such qualms about doing so, and she flushes with both happiness and arousal as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down into a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss. His strokes into her are a lot less forceful and a lot less fast than his first thrusts into Velvet had been. But then, there was a difference between the two that couldn't quite be explained in words.

Velvet would never have forgiven him if he didn't give it to her hard and fast from the very beginning. Meanwhile, Pyrrha would take whatever he offered and love him all the more for it. She'd been with him for far too long to be anything less than his most loyal, most adoring servant. Still, it isn't long before he speeds up with her as well. Pyrrha moans into his lips, and then cums around his cock. And once she starts climaxing all over his pistoning prick as it thrusts up into her delicious, athletic body, she can't possibly stop.

When he pulls out of her, she's got the same senseless expression on her face as Velvet... and both Winter and Emerald are all the more eager to get their own from him. Of course, one might expect Jaune to go with Winter next, punishing Emerald with last for her sneaky behavior. He does not. Instead he skips right over the white-haired Schnee woman, laid out between Pyrrha and Emerald as she is. He grabs Emerald by her dark thighs, his own pale fingers digging deep into her chocolate flesh.

Winter lets out a small choked noise, unable to quite help herself, but Jaune pays her no mind as he slams home into Emerald's cunt in one smooth motion. His cock pierces through her cervix and fills her womb... and at the same time, he supplies a burst of pleasure through his fingers into her thigh flesh, a simple enough magic he'd learned long ago.

Emerald's eyes go wide at that, and then they roll back in her head. In a moment, the green-haired young woman seizes up and spasms as her entire body jerks its way through a number of orgasms in a matter of seconds. The intense pressure around his cock leaves Jaune spurting his third load into the dark-skinned beauty, but in the end, the entire encounter lasts a fraction of the time as Velvet and Pyrrha's own did.

However, when he pulls out of her, Emerald is even more than insensate. She's simply passed out, her eyes actually shut as her tongue lulls out of her mouth. Winter is the last to go, and as Jaune settles between her willingly spread legs and presses the tip of his cock against her pussy lips, she stares over at Emerald beside her.

"What..."

Jaune just chuckles and caresses Winter's cheek, drawing her attention back to him. Despite wearing a younger face and a younger body, they both know who the senior of them is, as well as who's in charge.

"Her punishment. Now, Winter... do you know why I saved you for last?"

That gets the lightest of blushes from the white-haired woman, but she nods her head jerkily nonetheless.

"Yes... you enjoy my reactions. You enjoy... destroying my decorum."

She's not wrong. And that's what he likes so much about Winter. She tries so hard, but in the end she's as much his slut as the others. That's exactly what he proceeds to do, but to be fair, Winter's façade is already damaged by the time he fucks her just as silly as he fucked Pyrrha, Velvet, and even Emerald. When he's finished with her, the implacable, unbreakable Winter Schnee has her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, and his seed pouring from her freshly fucked slit, just like her peers.

Jaune leans back and leaves all four women to recover. It will take some time, they're all very attuned to him and his magic, and when he indulges like this and gives them what they want, it takes a while for them to get back up on their feet. Not that any regret it. Oh no, they enjoyed their rewards quite a bit. Settling back into his chair and turning it around to face the desk and the inset scroll that sits there, Jaune sighs.

Then, he smiles. It's not a nice smile, not at all... but then, he's not a very nice person. It was fun, amusing even to play the bumbling fool this last year at Beacon. He could even admit that he would miss both Ren and Nora... and that perhaps they could be useful at another time if he saw need for their skillsets. But for now, it was time to shed that foolish, bumbling boy and get back to work.

This job was a success, but that didn't mean he and his were done yet. One Maiden down, one set of powers secured. Three to go. Swiping upwards on his scroll, Jaune's eyes flick across the file he's brought up, and his lips purse together in a thin line as he begins to read everything there is to know about the bandits known as the Branwen Tribe.

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