Another Virgin Bites The Dust

The bell rang, the sound cutting through the clatter of Professor Argyris’s Metalworking class, marking the end of Beacon’s first week. Team RWBY and JNPR spilled out into the hallway, voicing their relief after a week of classes. The scent of oil and dust from the forges followed them down the hall, and sunlight spilled through the tall windows, painting the stone floor in golden streaks.

Yang stretched, her blonde hair catching the afternoon light like a spark. “Alright, gang, what’s the plan? Another gym session, or are we chilling?”

“As much as I adore watching you punch things, Yang, I’d prefer not to limp through my weekend. A break is definitely in order.” Weiss said after stretching herself. There was a hint of sarcasm when she said the word 'adore' in typical Weiss fashion.

Yang grinned, leaning in. “What, you gonna hole up with your books, Ice Queen? That’s your big plan?”

Weiss arched an eyebrow at her. “Better than ruining my wardrobe with sweat. It's better to get any homework out of the way so we don't have to do anything on the weekend.”

Ruby bounced on her toes, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. “Smart move, Weiss! We wouldn't want our first weekend at Beacon to be filled with homework.”

“I’ve got some things to catch up with, too. But I’m good on Metalworking, like Ruby and Jeanne.” Gray nodded at the two, who gave quick nods back. “I'm also thinking of using the gym tomorrow evening, maybe.”

Pyrrha raised a hand. “I’d like to study too. It's always good to get ahead than to fall behind.”

Blake, silent until now, glanced up from her scroll. “I need to finish my screw for Metalworking.”

“Same, partner. Let’s go show that steel who’s boss.” Yang grinned at the secret cat girl.

Ren’s calm voice cut through, her dark hair swaying as she fixed Nora with a stern look. “Nora’s behind in Metalworking too, thanks to her pancake recipe debates in class.”

Nora crossed her arms, pouting. “Pancakes are art, Ren! But fine, I’ll catch up. No gym today?”

Ren’s gaze was unyielding, cool and steady. “Work first, Nora. Then you can terrorize the weight room.”

Nora’s pout shifted to a sheepish grin, and she let Ren tug her back toward the Metalworking room. Yang and Blake trailed behind, Yang tossing a wink over her shoulder. “Try not to nerd out too hard, you lot!”

Gray, Weiss, Ruby, Jeanne, and Pyrrha headed for the library, their footsteps echoing in the emptying hall.

The library was quiet except for soft whispers and rustling pages. The tall shelves cast shadows under the warm glow of dust-powered lamps. Gray sat between Ruby and Weiss at a big table, his scroll in tablet mode, fingers tapping notes from Professor Yolande’s Language class. Ruby scribbled beside him, sketching Grimm anatomy with fierce focus, while Weiss’s precise handwriting mapped out Valean dialect conjugations.

Weiss leaned over, pointing at Gray’s scroll. “You missed the vowel shifts in regional dialects. Yolande said they’re key for old Valean texts.” Her tone was prim and proper, but a softness was leaking through. Perhaps Gray's flirting and kissing had weakened her defenses against him.

“Thanks for the help, Weiss,” Gray said. “I’m caught up now. Might even prep for Grimm Studies.”

Weiss closed her notebook with a satisfied nod. “Good. No excuses for falling behind now.” Her blue eyes flicked to him, sharp but kind.

A soft beep from Gray’s scroll broke the quiet. He opened it to find a photo from Yang. It had her grinning face, oil smudged on her cheek, holding a polished screw from Metalworking. Nora flashed a peace sign behind her, ginger hair a wild mess, while Ren worked calmly, a wry smirk on her lips. Blake’s arm was the only part of her that was visible.

Gray chuckled, tilting the scroll toward Ruby and Weiss. “Yang’s finished her screw.”

Ruby grinned at the picture. “She looks like she had a fight with the forge.”

Weiss arched an eyebrow, her smirk sharp. “Let’s hope they don’t reduce Argyris’s classroom to ash.”

A couple hours later, the library’s warm glow felt heavy, thicker, as it grew darker outside after the sun moved closer to the horizon. Gray stretched, his back cracking as he pushed away his scroll. “I’m done,” he muttered, voice low to avoid disturbing Weiss and Pyrrha, still buried in their notes.

Ruby yawned, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah, my brain’s fried.” She glanced at Jeanne, slouched in her chair, doodling on a scrap of paper. “You holding up, Jeanne?”

Jeanne looked up, a tired smile spreading across her face. “Barely. We’ve earned a break, right?”

Gray nodded, his gaze drifting to the window, where the evening sky deepened to indigo. “Any JNPR weekend plans?” He asked idly.

Jeanne tucked a blonde strand behind her ear, thoughtful. “Nora’s dying to hit the gym. She keeps ranting about swimming laps, even though the pool’s closed till summer. She’s relentless.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Ren mentioned a forest walk behind the school. Said it’s peaceful with all those trees.”

A walk sounded calming, but his weekend was spoken for. “Sounds relaxing,” he said.

Ruby tilted her head, silver eyes curious. “What about you, Jeanne?”

Jeanne shrugged. “Maybe some morning gym time to get a routine going. Otherwise, I’m thinking… nothing. Just chilling in the dorm. Sometimes doing nothing’s the best reset.”

"That also sounds relaxing." Gray repeated.

Pyrrha glanced up, her voice soft. “I might join Nora at the gym, but Ren’s walk sounds tempting too. Maybe both?”

Ruby stretched, her chair creaking. “You guys have great ideas.” Her grin was warm, but her voice sounded a little sleepy.

The library’s quiet was lulling even Gray into a sleepy fog. But dinner would come before sleep.

The cafeteria air was thick with the scent of roasted chicken and warm bread. Team RWBY and JNPR crowded a long table, plates heaped with food. Gray sat between Ruby and Blake and shoveled chicken into his mouth as he listened to his girls.

Yang, across from him, waved her fork mid-story. “So, I’m shaping this screw, right? And Nora decides now’s the time to test her hammer on the workbench. Nearly obliterated Blake’s station!”

Blake rolled her eyes, a faint smile tugging her lips. “Conveniently forgetting when you almost dropped your screw in the forge, Yang.”

“Hey, I saved it!” Yang grinned, unrepentant. “So that's hardly worth mentioning.”

Nora bounced in her seat, chiming in. “You’re welcome, Blake! Now you know how sturdy those tables are!” She shoveled mashed potatoes into her mouth, barely pausing.

"Gee Nora, thank you very much." Blake said with a healthy heaping of sarcasm and a smirk.

"You're welcome!"

Weiss, picking at her salad, raised an eyebrow. “If you two torch Argyris’s classroom, don’t look to us for alibis. We won't be joining you in detention."

Their teams continued to banter and eat. Gray enjoyed the back and forth, but his mind seemed to always drift back to what he needed to do on the weekend. He had never really done much on his weekends before, unless if it were for school or hanging out with friends. But now he had criminal elements to keep in line and a Grimm woman to try and undermine. These quiet moments with his girls were distracting enough to get him by, but he still felt a building pressure in the back of his mind.

He ate his food, listened and talked with his friends, and got through it.

Later that night in RWBY's room. The air carried a faint vanilla scent from a candle Weiss had lit. The girls were sprawled across their beds and Gray sat on Ruby's bed, with Ruby's legs in his lap as he caressed them. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, but she spoke to him, getting past the charged intimacy.

“So, Gray, what’s your Saturday looking like?”

“Hmm... gotta call my parents in the morning. They’ll want the whole Beacon rundown. classes, professors, all that.” He said as he massaged her thigh.

Ruby nodded. “Oh, right. Yang and I are calling Dad too. He’s gonna want details.”

Yang, sprawled on her bed, propped herself up. “Yup. Dads probably got a list of questions longer than Ruby’s weapon manual."

Gray didn't hear Blake or Weiss give any input and wondered once again about their respective situations. Weiss with her family drama, and Blake with her past with the White Fang.

Gray let himself sink into the moment, the candlelight flickering on the walls. He listened to Ruby and Yang talk a bit about their dad. He briefly wondered who he looked like more, Ruby or Yang. Eventually, everyone grew too tired, and the light was turned off and the candle blown out.

Gray settled under the blanket with Ruby and debated if he should have sex with the adorkable weapon maniac. He thought about it for all of one minute, before wondering who he was trying to kid. He was pretty horny and hadn't done much of anything that day. As Ruby dozed, Gray activated his Semblance and quickly fetched a towel. Then, while standing in the middle of the darkened room he spoke.

"Any sex that happens in this room will not wake up those who are sleeping here."

It was such a convenient command from his night with Yang that he decided to future proof it for the future. Also, for good measure, while the girls had yet to fully go to sleep...

"The girls of Team RWBY and Team JNPR will find it easy to go to sleep, even if I am having sex nearby."

Now, he could go and take Ruby's first time.

He climbed back up to her bunk bed and put the towel to the side for a moment. He lay back down with her and deactivated his Semblance. He then placed his hand on her hip and call out softly, "Hey, Ruby?"

"Hm, yeah?" She mumbled, her eyes opening in the soft gloom.

Gray leaned in and kissed her mouth. She almost immediately responded and kissed him back. He pulled back before she could kiss him for longer.

"I wanted to ask you something." He whispered.

"What is it?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to wait, in regard to sex." He said.

There was silence. Until her voice squeaked quietly in embarrassment, "... I... ah... uh... I-I..."

"It's okay if you're not ready. I just wanted to be sure where you stand on it. And also, I wanted you to know where I stand on it. I find you very attractive, Ruby." He softly whispered to her. She was silent now as she listened. "I think you’re very sexy."

"S-Sexy? Really?" She asked, her low self-esteem coming out. "... even though I'm not like Ya-"

"Don't compare yourself to others, Ruby." He interrupted. "It's not healthy to think you have to be like someone else just to be wanted. Plus, your boyfriend is currently telling you he likes your body." He finished with a grin that he wasn't sure she could see in the dark.

Ruby’s breath hitched, her silence heavy but thoughtful. In the faint moonlight, her eyes shimmered, wide and ****. “You… really think I’m sexy?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, a mix of doubt and hope.

“Absolutely,” Gray said, leaning closer, his forehead brushing hers. “Your energy, your smile, the way you light up talking about weapons, and that body of yours, it’s all sexy as hell.”

She let out a shy giggle, her cheeks warming under his gaze. She was silent for a moment longer as she processed his words. “... I… I think I’m ready,” she murmured, her voice trembling but resolute. “I want this. With you.”

Gray’s heart swelled, a mix of desire and tenderness. And just a little bit of guilt. “Thank you, Ruby,” he said softly, cupping her cheek. He kissed her sweetly, their lips lingering, her taste a mix of mint and warmth. She melted into him, her hands tentative on his chest.

He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming gently, sliding under her loose tank top. His fingers grazed her smooth skin, lifting the fabric slowly. Ruby shivered but didn’t pull away, her breath quickening as he peeled the top off, revealing her bare torso. Her breasts, surprisingly full for her petite frame, caught his eye, and he couldn’t help but marvel at their soft weight against her delicate build. He set the top aside and tugged at her shorts, easing them down her thighs until she was bare beneath him, her skin glowing faintly in the moonlight.

Gray shed his own shirt and pants, the cool air prickling his skin as he settled beside her, naked. He took her hand, guiding it to his chest, letting her feel the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart. “Touch me,” he whispered, and Ruby’s fingers explored shyly, tracing his muscles, her touch hesitant but curious. He mirrored her, his hands gliding over her curves, savoring her softness. Her breasts drew his attention again and he cupped them gently, thumbs brushing her nipples, earning a soft gasp.

Leaning down, he kissed her lips, then trailed his mouth along her jaw, her neck. Ruby squirmed, her giggles ticklish as he moved lower, kissing the valley between her breasts. He lingered there, his lips and tongue roaming and teasing her sensitive skin, sucking gently on her nipples until she arched into him, her breaths turning to quiet moans. “You’re perfect,” he murmured against her, his voice muffled as he lavished her breasts with attention, noting how responsive she was, each flick of his tongue drawing a shiver.

He moved lower, kissing her stomach, her hips, her skin warm and trembling under his lips. As he reached her groin, he paused, glancing up. Ruby’s eyes were wide, a flicker of self-consciousness crossing her face. Her legs twitched, a sign she might hesitate, but he squeezed her breast gently, massaging the soft flesh to ease her nerves. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his tongue brushing her inner thigh, slow and deliberate. Ruby’s breath hitched, her legs parting slightly, and he took it as permission.

His tongue found her wet folds, tasting her warmth, a familiar taste from that time he had licked her under his Semblance. Ruby’s surprised moan was sharp, quickly muffled as she clamped a hand over her mouth. Her legs trembled but stayed open, and Gray went slow, licking with care, savoring her reactions. He explored her folds, his tongue circling her clit, drawing soft whimpers she fought to silence. Her hips bucked slightly, urging him on, and he lost himself in her taste, making sure this virgin’s first time was unforgettable.

After a while, he pulled back, not wanting her to peak too soon. Ruby’s breaths were ragged, her eyes half-lidded in the gloom. He slid a hand between her thighs, fingers teasing her slick entrance, keeping her engine running. In the moonlight, her writhing form was a vision of eroticism, flushed cheeks, trembling lips, her breasts rising with each breath.

“You okay?” he asked, his fingers circling slowly.

“Y-Yeah,” she gasped, her voice shaky but eager. “It’s… good.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Ready for the next part?” he whispered.

Ruby hesitated, her eyes flickering with shyness. Silence stretched, but she nodded, a soft hum of consent escaping her lips. Gray grabbed the towel, sliding it under her hips to catch any mess. The dorm was quiet now, Yang and Blake’s breathing steady in sleep. His Semblance’s commands should hold, but Gray still had an unreasonable fear that at some point his power wouldn't work. The fear poked its head out at random times and his tests always sent that fear packing, but it never fully went away.

Despite his small worry, no one woke up to his knowledge.

He positioned himself between her legs, one hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips. “I’m going slow,” he said, his voice steady. “Tell me if it hurts, or if you want me to stop, slow down, or go faster. I want this to be perfect for you.”

Her eyes met his, bright despite the dim light, and filled with trust. “Okay,” she whispered, nodding. Gray kissed her deeply, pouring love into the gesture, her lips eager against his. He shifted, his erection brushing her entrance, gathering her slickness to ease the way. He wanted her to remember this with fondness, not pain.

He pressed in slowly, her warmth enveloping him. Ruby’s soft moan vibrated against his lips, her hand resting on his chest, not pushing but grounding herself. She was tight, really tight, and her virgin walls gripped him. The urge to thrust was overwhelming, but he held back, watching her face. “You’re so cute,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “So pretty. So sexy. I want you, Ruby.”

She blushed, her moans sweet and quiet. He pushed deeper, meeting no resistance but feeling her tightness intensify. Her body twitched, and when she winced, he froze. “You okay?” he asked, concern sharp.

“I’m okay,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Just… give me a moment.”

He waited, caressing her cheek, her hair, until she nodded. “Keep going,” she whispered. He resumed, slow and gentle, kissing her lovingly as he sank deeper. Her twitches continued, but no more winces came. When he was fully inside, Ruby clutched him tightly, her breath hot against his neck. “It’s… a lot,” she whispered, voice shaky but warm.

“I’ve got you,” he said, stroking her side, letting her adjust. After a few minutes, her grip relaxed, and she kissed him with sudden fire, her tongue bold. “I’m fine,” she murmured. “You can… thrust.”

Gray started slow, each movement deliberate, watching her face. Her soft moans filled the air, quiet but unrestrained, her hands clutching his shoulders. “Faster,” she whispered, her voice a shy plea. He obliged, angling his hips to find the spot that made her gasp, drawing on his experiences with Yang, Blake, and Jeanne. He kissed her deeply, squeezing her breasts, their softness fueling his desire. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice rough with want. "So tight..."

Ruby’s moans grew louder, though she tried to muffle them, her hands gripping his back. Gray thrusted faster, the bunk bed holding steady, his rhythm steady but intense. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her body trembling as she neared her peak. He kissed her neck, her jaw, pouring sweet nothings into her ear. “You’re perfect, Ruby. So beautiful.”

She came with a muffled cry, her face buried in his neck, her body shuddering against him. Her tightness clenched around him, pushing him closer to his own edge. He kept going, fucking her through her orgasm, her soft gasps urging him on. A minute later, she came again, her legs tightening, her moans sharp but quiet. The sensation, her heat and her grip sent him over the edge. He bottomed out, wrapping his arms around her, his release burning through him. He throbbed inside her, cumming hard, the intensity prolonged by a day of pent-up desire. His load spilled deep, pulse after pulse, until he collapsed, breathless.

They lay there, tangled in a pleasurable daze. Gray pulled out slowly, careful not to hurt her, and settled beside her, pulling her close. He kissed her softly, his hands roaming her body, gentle and soothing. “That felt so good,” he murmured, brushing her hair. “Did you have a good time?”

Ruby nodded, her smile warm against his lips as she kissed him back. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice sleepy but content. Exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted off, nestled in his arms. Gray smiled, pulling the blanket over them, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her hair like a soft halo of red. He held her close, her warmth and his orgasm lulling him to sleep.

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