Willow Schnee, Secretary (RWBY) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Roleplay, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub

Summary: Based on this image. In a prequel AU of RWBY, Willow realizes that her father is currently thinking about marrying her off to that cold bastard Jacques. Realizing that she's staring down the barrel of a loveless marriage and a lonely, unkind life, Willow becomes desperate for an alternative. Fortunately she finds someone that both her and her father can approve of. Once she's done helping him destroy Jacques and take his place as her father's new favorite, all she has to do is seal the deal with some old-fashioned seduction.

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John White wasn’t an idiot. In fact, he was pretty damn intelligent, if he said so himself. He was also a hard worker, and that hard work had recently been rewarded in the most gratifying of ways. When he’d first started out at the Schnee Dust Company, he hadn’t been entirely sure how high he could rise, but he’d dedicated himself to the job all the same.

Now here he was, all of that having paid off. His hard work and solid ethics had beaten that snake Jacques back and ultimately saw his competitor sidelined so hard that ultimately the other man had resigned in protest. It was as though Jacques though that resigning would get Mr. Schnee to actually change his mind, even though it was Jacques’ own actions that had ultimately sunk his chances of getting the position John now had.

Regardless, as the newly appointed COO of the SDC, John was effectively the second in command to the company’s CEO, Mr. Schnee himself. And seeing as Mr. Schnee WAS getting on in the years, it was pretty obvious that he was grooming his successor… in this case John. One day soon, John would be CEO of the SDC rather than that snake Jacques. And frankly, the company and the world would be better for it, in John’s humble opinion.

Still, the new position came with a new office for him and his secretary to operate out of. And John White was eager to get to work. However… as previously mentioned, he wasn’t stupid. Nor was he oblivious. The first warning sign that something is off as he approaches his office is the fact that his secretary isn’t at her desk outside.

Seeing as the woman has been with him through thick and thin as he worked his way up the ladder at the SDC, John knows she’s not the type to be late to work, at least not without contacting him and it being an emergency. So… where could she be? Perhaps she was in his office delivering some papers to his desk at right this exact moment?

Humming, John pushes into the office proper… only to freeze in place at who he sees waiting for him inside. There IS a woman in his office… but it’s not his secretary.

“Hello Mister White. I’ve been waiting for you~”

John tries not to stare at the sight of a very sultry, very seductive Willow Schnee sitting on his desk in stereotypical but also rather scanty secretary attire. The woman’s pencil skirt is a bit shorter than is really appropriate, but her pantyhose disguises that fact. Meanwhile, there’s nothing disguising the fact that she’s wearing her white blouse with far more buttons undone than she should… and from the look of things, she’s not wearing a bra either.

The glasses on her face and her hair done up in a ponytail simply complete the look in a way that John can’t deny is… very enticing. But she’s also his boss’ daughter, so he very deliberately does not look anywhere below the neck (after first glance of course) even as he closes the door to his office behind him.

“Miss Schnee. May I ask what brings you to my office?”

Smiling a wicked smile that has John shivering, Willow Schnee fiddles with the next button on her blouse. Good lord, if she undoes that one, her chest might very well pop out!

“I’m to be your secretary for the day, Mister White. I gave your usual secretary the day off along with a hefty bonus under the understanding that she wouldn’t tell you this was happening. Don’t blame her though, the orders came all the way from the top~”

She doesn’t mean herself, John realizes. The bossman’s daughter didn’t have an actual position in the SDC after all. And that meant…

“Your father okayed this, Miss Schnee?”

Willow hums and nods, before purring.

“Please… call me Willow.”

“… I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

That causes Willow to let out a small laugh.

“Let me let you in on a little secret, John. Jacques was winning his little competition with you, originally. My father… he’s a good man. He’s even a smart man. But he’s not the most… socially adept man.”

What? John blinks, even as Willow finally hops down from the desk and saunters over to him in the high heels she’s wearing. His mouth goes dry as she closes the distance. He should put a stop to this… but he’s only a man, at the end of the day.

“Jacques almost had my father wrapped around his finger. He almost had your position in the bag and from there he would have almost certainly become CEO of the SDC after my father either retired or passed on.”

Walking her fingers down his chest, Willow smiles a wicked smile.

“I put a stop to that.”

This woman… was dangerous. In more ways than one, John realizes as he swallows past the lump in his throat to ask the most obvious question.

“Why? How?”

Willow hums and shrugs her shoulders, something that does impressive things to her impressive bust and draws John’s eye in the process.

“Simple, really. Jacques was planning to marry into the family. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would have been Jacques Schnee… my husband. I saw what he was like and I saw what the future for us would be. A cold, loveless marriage to a black-hearted man who cares only about lien and business. I realized Jacques could never love me, not as I deserve to be loved. So I made sure my father set him aside for you.”

Her grin widening, Willow suddenly grabs his wrists and brings his hands to her chest. John gasps but doesn’t pull away as she has him fondle her breasts.

“Like them? Go on, play with them. I’m all yours, Mr. White. Your secretary for the day. And maybe… something more for all the days after?”

His hands caressing and fondling Willow’s braless breasts through the thin white blouse she’s wearing, John’s eyes widen at that second bit.

“Wait, are you suggesting…”

“How do you think I convinced my father to set Jacques aside? My father loves me, John. But he and I both know I have no desire to run the SDC after he’s gone. I’m a little too flighty to be a businesswoman, or even a semi-competent CEO. I’ve flitted from hobby to hobby all my life, even having my aura awakened and some huntress training. And the one thing I’ve learned above all else is that I enjoy my free time and my carefree lifestyle.”

She gives him a coy grin, even as her face grows redder under his casual fondling of her chest.

“I know I’m an entitled, privileged, spoilt brat John. If you want to bend me over and tan my ass for it, feel free. Still, I know what I want and like my father and every other Schnee before me, I know how to get it. I decided I didn’t want Jacques, I wanted you. As such… you now have the chance to have me.”

As she says ‘me’, she pulls back from his grasp, leaving his hands to fall to his side. Running her own hands up and down her body, Willow raises an eyebrow from behind her glasses, before giggling softly.

“So it’s just like I said, Mr. White. I’m your secretary for the day. My father thinks I’m here to find out if we’re compatible without your knowledge, but I’ve never really been one for subtlety. I’m VERY eager to work under you in any way you might desire, sir.”

Batting her lashes, the Schnee Heiress turned secretary licks her lips.

“Can I get you anything sir? Anything at all? Files perhaps? Coffee, maybe? Or… me?”

As mentioned previously, John is only a man. And any man would be pushed to his limits by such a display. Not just the physical, but the confession as well. Willow had CHOSEN him. She’d looked at her choices, realized that Jacques was a snake just as John had always known, and picked HIM instead. And now here she was, offering herself up on a silver platter.

With a lustful growl, John surges forward and grabs Willow by her arms, pushing her right up to his desk in a few quick seconds. He’s not worried about hurting her, she has aura and he doesn’t and everyone knows those who have had their auras awakened are tougher, stronger, and faster than your average person. She’ll stop him the moment he does something she doesn’t like.

Confident in that fact, John seizes on the opportunity at hand and kisses Willow soundly on the lips. He holds her up against his desk as she leans back, her hands on his chest and his hands on her hips. His mouth crashes against her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips, and Willow eagerly reciprocates in turn as she moans and they makeout with one another.

Of course, just kissing isn’t nearly enough. Not when the Schnee Heiress is pretty much walking sex in heels. His ‘secretary for the day’ is literally asking for it and while John would normally never be so unprofessional in a workplace environment… fuck, what else is he supposed to do when Willow Schnee hands him her fine ass on a silver platter?

Their hands go all over each other, and in the end its John who undoes those last buttons on her blouse and frees her tits from their confines. As he fondles and gropes her breasts, Willow reaches down to free his cock from its confines as well, working open his belt and pulling down the zipper so she can stuff her hand into his boxers and wrap it around his shaft.

There’s a moment where he feels self-conscious, worrying about whether she’ll appreciate his size or not. But Willow doesn’t hesitate to coo at his dick when she pulls it out, disengaging from his lips for a moment to look down and smile at his throbbing, hardening mast.

“Is this all for me, sir? Mm, have I been a bad girl and made you naughty? Please… feel free to use this slutty, horny secretary as the sex relief I am~”

Fuck. Fuck her. Fuck all of this. With a lustful growl, John spins Willow around and pushes her up against his desk, before bending her over for good measure. In response, Willow just gasps and moans, thrusting her hips out into his crotch and causing his cock to ride up against her skirt-clad buttocks.

“Oooh, so forceful Mister White. I’m so sorry if I’ve done anything that makes you have to punish me. If I’m in need of correction, I’m ready for it~”

Huffing, John just shakes his head as he finds the zipper on Willow’s pencil skirt, all but ripping it off in his haste to yank it down so he can divest of her the article of clothing. Exposing her pantyhose-covered behind, he wastes no time in pulling that down, and her panties along with it, until he’s finally exposed her pale ass directly… as well as the glistening pair of pussy lips nestled between her perfect thighs.

Part of him thinks he should take things slow. Part of him wants to explore every inch of Willow Schnee, to give every part of her body the attention it deserves. But that can wait for later. That can wait for when she hasn’t just driven him into a lustful frenzy with her revelations and her attire and her actions.

Lining up his rock hard, throbbing mast with Willow’s sex, John thrusts forward and takes her right then and there. Bent over his desk, moaning up a storm and shuddering beneath him, he begins to fuck the Schnee Heiress hard and fast. Fortunately, she loves it. She absolutely adores it if her wanton moaning is anything to go off of.

Thrusting her hips back into his cock, arching her spine and lifting up her head… John can tell she’s offering him her ponytail. He grabs onto it and gives it a tug, making her moan even louder… so he tugs harder.

With his other hand, John reaches around and gropes, fondles, and kneads one of Willow’s breasts. All the while, he’s grunting into her ear as he fucks the beautiful, gorgeous, white-haired woman up against the desk. Until…

“Marry me.”

The words slip out even between grunts and growls, and for a moment John even thinks they’ll be lost among Willow’s moaning and squealing. But then she goes quiet, not quite freezing in place, but definitely going still.

“W-What?”

John won’t take it back. He just growls some more and keeps fucking her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling his brand new office.

“You heard me. Marry me.”

Trying to keep up the act, Willow moans.

“Ooooh, but I’m just a lowly secretary, sir. I could never be worthy of you~”

John scoffs, his cock throbbing inside of Willow’s clenching pussy.

“Don’t care. Marry me. Willow Schnee, be my wife.”

At hearing her actual name from his lips, Willow lets out a shuddering breath. She pushes back against his hips, forcing him to slide out of her. Then, she turns around and hops up on the edge of the desk before pulling him right back in. Her legs spread invitingly, her arms drape around his neck, and once he’s slid back into her cunt, she locks those gorgeous legs of hers behind his back. Looking him in the eye, Willow smiles.

“You know you’ll have to take my name.”

Smiling right back, John nods.

“I figured as much. John Schnee… sounds a lot better than Jacques Schnee, doesn’t it?”

Willow grins at that, even as she arches her back and lets out a moan as her pussy walls flex and squeeze along every inch of his cock.

“It does… it really, really does.”

John just chuckles. Honestly, he wasn’t really attached to his name anyways. Especially since… well, it came from the orphanage. It wasn’t something he talked about, but he was left on the orphanage doorstep the day he was born. And so he’d been given a last name of White, as many orphans in Atlas were if their last names weren’t known.

Willow stares into his eyes for a long moment, as if searching for something. In the end, whatever she sees must do the trick because she lets out a shuddering breath and nods.

“W-Well then, Mr. Schnee… I suppose I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours, Mrs. Schnee.”

They aren’t married yet of course, but that still makes Willow blush like nothing else. Then, the two of them come together, continuing to make love right there in John’s office, all the way till the end of the line as he finishes inside of her and she climaxes right along with him.

John could tell that Willow Schnee was going to be quite the handful. But it was a handful worth dealing with, as far as he was concerned.