Chapter 1: Anything for Beacon

Author's Note: Hello, everyone, I am Fresh, and this is the Adult Misadventures of Jenna Arc! Basically, I'm going to write a series of sexual oneshots with some continuity between them, all starring a genderbent Jaune Arc, known as Jenna Arc. The fun of this series is I'm willing to take suggestions, so if you're interested in seeing a certain scene, feel free to throw it my way and I may or may not make it. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, as a quick disclaimer, some chapters will have more controversial kinks. I will list kink warnings when I feel them necessary so you can skip over them. Also, all sex written here is consensual, and all characters present are portrayed as 18+.

The rain soaked through Jenna's hoodie as she walked up to the metal door and quickly knocked on it. She was in the back alley of a currently rather dead commercial plaza- more specifically, the back of a print shop. The rain had begun this morning before Jenna had even woken up, and it had still not subsided. Now it was 9pm, and the print shop had just closed. She was told to come here exactly for 9pm.

A lock on the inside of the door clicked, and then the door creaked open a tiny bit. A pair of brown eyes peered out, examined Jenna and her currently soaking figure, and then opened wide, allowing her in.

Jenna took a step forward, past the man at the door, and pulled her hood down. Her blonde hair, which was tied back into a bun, was now the only dry part of her. She used the back of her sleeve to wipe her face of rain as she began to take a look around. She was in the backroom of the print shop. There were several shelves containing boxes of papers, ink cartridges, spare parts, and even a single box of granola bars that stood out like a sore thumb in their dark green box.

Immediately to her left was a small desk with a single monitor on it, an armless wheeled chair, and a light hanging overhead. On the monitor, Jenna saw what she was looking for.

Jenna Arc Certificate Graduate

Signal Academy

Her blue eyes widened a bit, before the man that let her in took a seat on the chair.

"It's all loaded up and ready. Just need to print it, now. It should take about fifteen minutes, given it needs the fancy paper and ink the Vale government tends to use." He informed her, clicking through a few prompts before it began to print.

"Awesome! I, uh, brought the money." She said excitedly and nervously, reaching into her sweater pocket to pull out a card of lien. He turned back to look at her, and nodded, his face expressionless. In the front room, Jenna could hear a printer come to life and begin going to work. He put his hand out, palm open, to take the card, which she willingly obliged to.

"So… what's this special stipulation you mentioned the other day?" Jenna asked, stuffing her hands into her sweater pocket with a bit of a shiver from the cold. He smirked a bit, leaning back in his chair as he fully spun it around to face her.

"Well.. we've got a bit of time before these things are printed… and you know that this type of job is not only illegal but highly risky, so I kinda want it to be worth my time fully, y'know?" He gave a slight shrug, putting his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, that's fair…" She agreed, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. He shrugged again and gestured his head down to the ground. She narrowed her eyebrows in a bit of confusion. "So what do you want?"

He snickered and sighed. "You're a real naive type of girl, aren't ya?" He asked, raising his eyebrow a bit. She frowned a bit.

"What-" She began, only for him to cut her off.

"Take your sweater off and get on your knees." He commanded, suddenly very aggressive. Taken off guard by his sudden tonal and power shift, she pulled her hands out of her sweater pocket and pulled the hoodie up off over her head, still holding on to it as she dropped to her knees quickly in front of him. She was now in just her jeans and a white t-shirt.

He wheeled his chair over to her a bit, before he opened his legs a bit wider. She blushed as she finally understood what he was wanting, and her eyes began looking down. Almost as if to confirm her new revelation, she heard him begin unbuckling his pants, and then a zip, as he began lowering his pants a bit.

Jenna peeked upwards out of her peripheral vision, and immediately looked back down as she got a quick glance at his soft cock. Her pale cheeks were now a bright red.

"Just a blowjob." He said, stroking his cock to get it a bit harder. Jenna closed her eyes, and breathed in deep, before exhaling. She was quickly brought back to attention as he placed a cold hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes, as he lifted her head up to look at him and his cock, which was now about five inches long and still hardening.

"Okay." She said at last, rolling her shoulders a bit. This wasn't her first blowjob, but she wasn't at all expecting this to be the special stipulation. She needed those transcripts, though, and if this was the only way she could get them she'd do it.

She sat up, wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and wrapped her mouth around the head. He groaned quietly, nodding in approval. Her blue eyes looked up and locked with his brown eyes as she began circling her tongue around his circumcised cockhead. His hand, having not left her cheek, lightly caressed her skin.

She began jerking him off a bit, as she let out a soft moan to play up her own enjoyment (as Saph had suggested she do when giving head- though that was a long story). He smiled and relaxed a bit as she pleased the head of his cock.

The printer continued chugging in the other room, as Jenna now slid herself down lower. By now his cock was fully hardened, at seven inches long. She had to admit that she was a bit impressed with his size. She had been with one guy who was just slightly longer, if she remembered his size correctly, but she couldn't complain about the dick in her mouth at the moment.

She loosened her tight form up a bit as she began lightly bobbing up and down on his cock, her hand stroking at a moderate pace now. He brushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and watched her in amusement as she lightly rocked his member. She removed her hand from around his cock and placed both on his knees, as she slowly advanced to take more with each downward bob of her head.

"Mmm, should I put in your transcripts how much of a good cocksucker you are?" He cracked with a shaky chuckle as she bobbed. She looked up at him, admittedly not particularly amused with his joke, but shot him a fake wink with an even faker smile as she refused to let up.

Jenna kept at it for a solid few minutes, never fully reaching the base of his cock, but rather taking five inches of it as to not choke herself. He, however, was not content with this. He had been enjoying the blowjob, for sure, but he wanted to see this cute little slut take all of his cock.

That is why he suddenly stood up, placed both hands on either side of her head, pushed the chair back, and thrusted hard back into her throat.

Jenna gagged, and simply looked up at him as she coughed a bit. She was confused at first, even a bit frustrated, but then she remembered what was on the line here: her admission to Beacon. She decided to let him have his fun.

The man groaned loudly, and began properly fucking Jenna's face. With each thrust, his balls smacked against her chin, and with each thrust, another small gag came from Jenna as she struggled to take it.

In one quick motion, he pulled her hair out of its bun, and let it fall down over her shoulders. She let him do it, now just allowing herself to become the instrument of his pleasure. He took full advantage of this, ruthlessly stretching her throat out with each thrust.

"Gods be damned, Ms. Arc, your throat…" he groaned, suddenly pulling out, a string of saliva connecting her lips and the tip of his cock. She caught her breath with his brief moment of reprieve, looking now up at him. He was also catching his breath, his cock just mere inches from her face.

"Feel free to say no…" he began through quiet breaths, "but can you show me your tits?"

Jenna was pleasantly surprised. He was awfully courteous about it, and even made it an option instead of a demand.

"Sure." She said with a nod and a smile, as she pulled her shirt up over her head. She then reached behind herself and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. She looked up at him to see a smile on his face.

"Nice." He said, reaching down cautiously to touch them. He stopped midway there to non-verbally ask permission, to which she just nodded, prompting him to take a handful of her full breasts. "Really nice."

"Thank-" she started, only to be cut off by him suddenly thrusting back into her now opened mouth, to resume the facefucking.

With each thrust now, Jenna found him unintentionally moving closer to her. In response, she began slowly shuffling herself backwards until she was pressed against the wall behind her, his thrusts almost pinning her there.

He grabbed two handfuls of her hair, stopped thrusting, and began using her head as a fleshlight, pulling her up and down on his thick cock. No one had ever done this to her, and she had to admit to herself that it was kind of hot. She was just being absolutely manhandled by this almost complete stranger in the storage room of an empty store.

"God damn… I'm going to cum." He said softly, suddenly pulling her off of his cock. She caught her breath again, as he slid a hand around to the back of her head and began jerking himself off. She was taken a bit aback by this. They hadn't discussed him cumming on her face, but again she remembered that her transcripts were being printed in the room over, and that this was all for her future.

So, Jenna stuck her tongue out, and smiled wide. She stared up at him, her tongue allowing the tip of his cock a place to rest as he quickly stroked his cock off toward her. After a few tense moments, his stroking slowed and he let out a low groan. A second later, his seed shot out and covered her eye. She managed to close it just in time, only for another string to land right in her mouth, over her tongue, and finally a third to shoot straight up over and past her nose and into her hair.

He panted and held her head still as he came down from his lust-induced high, his eyes closed. When he at last opened them, Jenna saw with her one open eye a smile creep across his face as a loud ding went off in the other room. He let go of her and let out a deep sigh, before he pulled up his pants.

"It seems it's done printing, and you are fully paid off." He announced, stepping out into the front room once his pants were fully on. Jenna, left alone with cum still covering her face, looked around the room for something to clean herself off with, but she found nothing.

He came back in a moment later, a stack of papers in hand. He put it down on the desk, and shook his head a bit.

"That might have been the best head I've ever-"

Cutting him off, the front door of the store opened up, with the bell above it ringing to notify them. His eyes and her eye widened in surprise and fear as it closed again.

"Yo, Brun, you back there? I forgot my keys, you seen them?" A new male voice called from the front.

Jenna scrambled to grab her clothes and put them back on, as Brun looked around frantically. He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a pair of keys.

"Uh, yeah man! They're right here!" He yelled out to the other man, before turning to Jenna and commanding her in a hushed tone. "Quick, get out."

She nodded, and hopped to her feet once her sweater was yet again pulled up over her head. She made a beeline for the backdoor, throwing it open, and hopping outside. She pulled her hood up over her head wiping the cum off of her face with her hand and flicking it into a puddle. Luckily the rain was still coming down hard, and her face would be fully clean by the time she got home.

Speaking of home, she was halfway there, still trying to recover from the nervous excitement of almost getting caught post-blowjob, when she finally realized she had left without her transcripts!

She stopped in her tracks and groaned out loud, the rain still showering her, when she felt her scroll go off in her jeans pocket. She quickly pulled the device out, to find she had a new text notification from an ID she didn't have saved into her phone, which read:

"Jenna? It's Brun, you forgot your things back here. Just come grab them tomorrow, same time, I'll be here."

At first, she felt frustration. She was an idiot for forgetting them there, but then she realized that perhaps visiting Brun again wasn't such a bad thing, especially after her newest… experience with him.

Jenna slid her scroll back into her pants pocket, and walked home with a smile and a tang of excitement in her stomach.