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“That looks so good on you,” Ashido purrs as she adjusts the dark purple halter neck top that she’s put you in. It goes down to a V in the middle, exposing your sides.
It’s more risqué than any other piece of clothing that you own.
All the clothes that she’s put you in today have all still had their tags on; she’d gotten them as freebies during modeling jobs or promotions, and she rarely ever used them. She’d brought an entire duffle bag worth of clothes that you’re free to keep if you’d like.
So far, the pile of clothes you’re not comfortable in is taller than the one you are comfortable in – despite her praise and excitement.
You suspect this one will go to the taller pile, but she seems adamant that you like it. “C’mon, it just needs… shaping,” she pulls at the sides of the top, “oh, I know! I got just the thing!”
She reaches inside the bag and pulls out a smaller plastic bag that she starts unceremoniously rummaging through, “I haven’t used any of this, but I’m preeetty sure we might be the same size.”
Ashido pulls out a red, lacey bra and you immediately look to her chest; her size is definitely… different from yours, even if the circumference might the same. You can’t hold back your grimace as you cross your arms to cover your own chest in embarrassment, “I don’t know Ashido, I don’t… think so.”
Ashido laughs as she pats your arm, “didn’t I tell you to call me Mina? But no, for real, half of this is padding and good fitting. Here, grab a feel,” she gently takes a hold of your hand to pull it to her chest.
It’s soft. And warm.
“Can you feel that?”
You swallow thickly, her voice a low whisper, soft in a way that makes your stomach twist and turn. She directs your hands to squeeze harder and you gulp loudly, the material of her shirt making a loud sound in your ears as you move, feeling the padding of the bra, the underwire, the curve of her own flesh on top.
A giggle escapes the pink woman in front of you as she moves impossibly closer, her own hand going to pat your head, “can you feel that?” she whispers again, “how the bra helps with the shape, but that I might not… have the exact same shape underneath?”
Her other hand travels to your free one and drags it against her thigh, her stomach, up to her other breast, “they’re also not really the same size. Can you feel which one is bigger?”
With her own hand she urges you to squeeze harder. Instead, you pull your hands away and apologize profusely, wiping your palms off in your pants; they’re sweaty and gross. Ashido laughs, the tension dissipated as she stretches her arms above her head casually, “try the bra, baby sis, it’ll really change the look of the top. I think there’s a skirt that matches this one a lot, I’ll find that in the meantime.”
She turns her back on you to sort through the clothes; however neatly it had been folded in the bag, she discards it carelessly in a system you don’t understand.
Ashido Mina is so kind to you and you’re still struck by the excitement of being alone with her. Shinsou’s friends are coming over today, but she offered to come early with the clothes she’d told you about since it’d been her day off anyway. You’ve been a nervous and anxious wreck all day, stuttering and sweating through every interaction.
“Baby siis,” Ashido singsongs without looking back, “the bra.” She reminds you with a light voice.
You squeak before you get to work, pulling the halter part of the top down to put on the bra.
Ashido coos at you in a way that makes you feel childish and small when she sees you; the cup is too big, and you curl in on yourself in embarrassment. “Baby no, here, pull the top back up again,” she says with a giggle, helping it on you, “and this skirt, put it on.”
She opens the button of your pants before you can say anything, and when she pulls down your pants, you gasp despite yourself. Leant down in front of you like this, she looks up at you with a glint in her eyes and a smile, “it’ll look amazing, I promise!”
As you pull up the skirt you immediately know it’ll be short; short in the way you know your brother will compliment, will pull you to the bed, bend you over and lick you until you’re mewling and whining. She throws a pair of thigh high socks your way, too.
A shaky sigh leaves you as you pull up the last sock, letting the elastic close itself around your skin. Your fat spills over the sides, but they’re not uncomfortably tight. As Ashido looks you up and down you clench your thighs together. Will she like this length on you, too?
“There’s a matching panty to that bra, y’know,” she drawls, reaching out blindly for the bag on the bed while holding your gaze, “d’you wanna try them?”
It should be embarrassing how eagerly and quickly you nod at her offer. When she assures you that those are unused as well, you almost deflate in disappointment, your pussy clenching at the thought of touching something that could’ve touched hers.
It’s a lacy thong that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. When Ashido makes you turn around to see the grand reveal in the mirror, you gasp. She stands behind you, hands on your shoulders, “see? I told you it’d look amazing!”
And then her hands drag from your shoulders to your chest, “I know the cup was a little too big, but with the tightness of the top I think it pretty much outweighs it, right?”
In the mirror she smiles at you, and your own hands go up to meet hers, “thank you Ashido!” you say, excited to see a full outfit that you like. She shakes her head and clicks her tongue before she teases you with a smile on her lips, “Mi-na! Baby sis, can’t you follow orders?”
You look up into her eyes with your jaw slack, unsure what to say, “s-sorry, Mina…”
Ashido smile is so big that her eyes close with it, all teeth and happiness. You think you can trace a flushed color on her cheeks, too. She’s so cute, so sweet and bright that you feel yourself shrink in her presence; you’re not sure how to act to make her like you as much as possible, but it doesn’t seem like you’ve done anything wrong yet.
Then she looks you over with a purse of her lips, “lemme do your hair and your make-up too, Baby sis!”
The fact that she brought a makeup bag as well should’ve been all the sign that you needed to know that she’s currently dressing you up to be absolutely devoured.
It doesn’t click for you though, as you nervously follow her to your bed, where she makes room for you on her lap. “It’s easier if you’re on top of me,” she explains with a giggle as she pats her lap. Nervously, you straddle it as she grabs an eyeliner, “have you used a lot of make-up before?”
You shake your head as she opens the cap, “usually it’s not advised to share because of bacteria, but I’ll make an exception for you – I haven’t used this pen a lot. Can you close your eyes? Yeah, like that,” you breathe in slowly as you feel her hands on your face, soft and warm.
You can’t help but squeeze your eye shut when the eyeliner touches your eyelid, and when Ashido giggles and her breath hits your face, it’s hard to force yourself to relax. You try to scrunch up your nose instead to alleviate the feeling, and when she praises you under her breath, you feel goosebumps travel up your arms. You can’t help imagining her whispering into your ear, praising you, her hands elsewhere…
You swallow thickly, holding your breath as she draws across your eye, “that’s it. I’ll do the other eye now, are you ready?”
She doesn’t move before you nod, her fingers lightly touching your cheek and eyebrow. Just before the eyeliner touches you, you can’t help but open your eyes and steal a glance at her. Her tongue is peeking out, concentration evident on her face right before it dissipates to smile at you, “Baby sis, your eye needs to be closed, yeah? I’ll be done in a second, okay?”
You hurry to close your eyes again; hands closed into fists on your lap. There’re so many strange sensations on you at this moment. The bra’s underwire is digging into you in a way that you’re not used to, the socks are biting into the fat of your thighs and you can feel the air condition on your bare shoulders. On top of that, the thong is sitting snugly against you, the lace fabric teasing you in a way you aren’t used to. All of this is happening while Ashido’s attention is completely locked on you.
It feels good.
You crave more, your spit heavy in your mouth.
Ashido caresses your cheek when she’s done, her other hand reaching for the mascara in the purse. “You’re such a good girl, sitting still. When I help my girlfriends with their makeup, they can’t sit still at all, even if it isn’t their first time.”
She tells you about the brand of makeup she uses, how she likes dressing up but isn’t loyal to certain brands; sometimes she gets them as part of a promotion, other times she’s tried a friend’s lip gloss and thought it looked pretty. She warns you of a few brands as well.
Like a sponge, you’re taking in every word, even though half of it seems to be mindless yap. Her scent is like flowers, and the warmth and softness of her thighs between yours has you clenching your own. If she notices you fidgeting on her lap, she doesn’t say anything.
“This lip gloss is a little sticky, so it might feel weird at first, but you’ll get used to it!”
Now that she’s done working on your eyes, you’re free to have them open. You take the opportunity to stare at her shamelessly, enjoying the way her lip is worried between her teeth as she applies blush to your cheeks. There’s a small wrinkle on her forehead from the concentration and before you can really stop yourself, your hands have reached up to her horns.
You’re surprised by how bendy they actually are, and follow them all the way to the root, down in her fluffy and wavy hair. You flinch when she whines, moving your hips against her lap in surprise. She leans into your touch, “Baby sis, those are really sensitive.”
You hastily apologize, ripping your arms away and scratching the back of your neck – a habit you’ve picked up from your big brother. Ashido laughs, “you can keep touching them if you’d like, but I need you to purse your lips for me – like this,”
You’re taken aback by how much you want to kiss her as she purses her own, blood rushing to your cheeks.
This attraction feels different; lighter, softer. You’re not sure why you’re so entranced by her, but there’s something about the way she carries herself. It’s unlike what you feel for your brother and your father, but it’s not that different. You want her hands on you, and you really want your hands on her. There’s a lilt to her voice that you think will sound really good if you touch her – and you want to see and hear what she sounds like when she’s pleased, when she’s feeling good.
When you’re making her feel good.
Could you?
You’re used to cock being the endgame; that whatever your father or brother does or feels, there’s no bigger rush than when they fill you up.
You squeak when the wet, sticky tip of her lip gloss hits your lips, jumping in her lap. She puts a steadying hand on your hip, “I’ll be done in a second baby, okay? Sit still for me.”
You don’t notice how Baby sis turned into just baby, but the way that your pupils dilate at the order has Ashido smiling to herself.
You’re so pliant, so sweet. Shinsou really was right about you; Ashido’s panties are already sticky and she’s only been with you for an hour. Navigating you into clothes, putting your makeup on; all of it you’ve done at her behest, and there’s just something about the way you’re so obviously nervous around her, so painfully attracted to the older woman, desperate to impress.
“Can you do this?” Ashido asks as she smacks her lips together a few times to distribute the gloss evenly.
“Good girl,” Ashido praises, putting down the lip gloss and clapping her hands together. With practiced ease she runs her hands through your hair and manipulates it this way and that.
“You’re ready now! Want to see?”
When Ashido lifts you off of her lap with ease you yelp, arms flailing around her in surprise. She might not look as strong and buff as her peers but she is a Pro Hero after all, and her pride in being one of the strongest in her old class still floats heavy in her heart.
She carries you to the mirror, hands grabbing their fill of your ass cheeks in the name of a better grip. You hide your face in her neck, trying to control your breathing, the perfume so strong and intoxicating when you’re this close to her.
She must feel your heartbeat; it beats way too loud and strong for it to go unnoticed, you think, before she gently places you next to the mirror. Gently, she grabs your jaw to move your head to face the mirror, “isn’t this pretty on you?”
She squeezes her cheek up against yours, the lip gloss matching hers. You don’t give your own look a spare glance, only looking at her. You nod anyway, “mhm.”
Ashido nuzzles her cheek against yours before she catches your gaze in the mirror, her eyes turning half-lidded as her smiles turns smaller, less teeth, more mischievous, “baby, can I ask you something?”
The lilt in her voice is lower now, almost a purr. You’re transfixed by her eyes, barely reacting to the way her other hand draws circles into your backside, playing with the waistband of the skirt with her thumb. You manage a small nod, your jaw slack and mouth slightly agape.
“Have you ever kissed a girl?”
As soon as the question leaves her mouth, her thumb goes inside your skirt, playing with the string of the thong. You gasp and break eye contact to see what she’s doing. The hand still on your jaw pulls gently at you as she tuts at you, “eyes on me, baby, and answer the question. Have you?”
You gulp, eyes locked onto hers, pupils slowly dilating. She pulls at the thong, not by much, but enough to make you squeeze your legs together as a whimper escapes you.
“It’s okay if you haven’t, you know,” Ashido says as he looks down innocently for a split second before she transfixes you with her eyes again, your mouth drawing a tight line, back straightening, “the more important question is…”
She lets her entire hand breach the waistband of the skirt, as if she doesn’t have a full view and access to your ass from the lack of length from underneath. She squeezes, not hard but enough that the fat spills between her fingers, “…do you want to?”
You open your mouth to moan as she kneads your cheek, and Ashido takes the opportunity to kiss you. She’s careful not to lick directly at your lips, but you push yourself against her with a whine, licking her lips without much care, humming as you taste the stickiness and a hint of berry.
She giggles as she pulls only a hairbreadth away, spit still connecting you as she whispers, “did that feel good? Yeah? Do you want more?”
You hold your breath as you nod, eyes wide and mouth slack. She pecks your lips quickly before she lifts you again, carrying you back to bed.
Immediately, you spread your legs for her, accommodating her in the way you know how, cunt pulsing at the way she giggles at you as she crawls on top of you.
She kisses you again, ruining the lip gloss she so carefully applied on your lips, and nothing much happens for a while. There are the wet sounds of your kisses filling your ears, the room, your pussy, as her hands only intertwines with yours, thumb gracing your hand.
Impatient as you feel, you actually enjoy the slow pace she’s setting, her kisses a whole new sensation than what you’re used to from your family; theirs are messy, quick, desperate.
Ashido’s kisses are calculated, slow, intense and so desperately soft that it feels like your very core is aching, bloodstream lazily circling your heart in a way that makes your head spin. Sometimes she pulls away just to giggle and push away some hair from your face, praising you for being a good girl.
You grind against her when she looks at you while licking her lips. They’re swollen and red from all the kissing, lip gloss completely dissipated. When her hand slides out of your hand and finally down your arm, you moan and arch off the bed before she’s even reached your torso. She starts kissing your neck and you strain to accommodate her, arms circling her shoulders, playing with her hair.
She doesn’t move to take any clothes off, instead palming you slowly but forcefully through the clothes, thumb grazing your nipples every time they pass. You whimper when she pushes her thick thigh against your pussy, grinding it so that the lace scratches lightly at your clit.
It’s strange, the experience of the lace; it’s rough but soft at the same time, and it makes your back arch and breath get stuck in your throat.
“Feeling good there, baby?” she asks, and you’re surprised by how out of breath she sounds. You take a moment to look at her, really look at her, and realize how affected she is by this.
You didn’t think a blush would be very visible on her given her pink skin, but she’s almost flushing red, all the way down her exposed shoulders and collarbone, breath coming in hot spurts. Her yellow eyes are almost as black as her sclerae as she takes you in underneath her.
You whimper and reach for her horns, desperate to see and hear more of her. It’s a new desperation, like being inside the eye of a tornado. There’s a hurry to feel good, but there’s a sort of calm, too. A certainty that both of you will reach the edge, but it’s not about getting there quickly.
When she moans, you use the horns to pull yourself up and kiss her, enjoying her surprised whimper. She pushes you back down flush against the bed as her hand travels lower, lower, lower.
You have to fight not to shy away when her finger graces your inner thigh; overstimulated already before she’s even touched you. Ashido nuzzles her nose against yours, “d’you feel good, baby?” she asks again, slurred, almost like she’s drunk.
You nod with a soft moan, “yes, Ash-…Mina.”
She rewards you by dragging her finger over your slit, reaching your clit featherlight like a tickle. You gasp, winded up and she sighs dreamily, “you’re soaked.”
Because of you, you want to tell her, because of how beautiful you are, your mind continues and you’re breathless from the thought alone. Her hair cascades down and tickles your cheeks as she circles your clit and kisses you again, pushing her horns further into your grip.
Once again, you stay in the sphere of that state, shaking and breathless from so little stimulation, letting her devour you with the smallest of pleasures. She feeds you so little but so continuously that all you can do is kiss her back and hope for another crumb.
You hear the front door open in the house and immediately tense. It must be your brother arriving with the rest of the group of friends. You should get up and welcome them. You let go of her to try and sit up but she grabs your arms and pins you down as she shushes you, “ssh baby, I told them to stay put until I was done with you, yeah? They promised I’d have a little fun with you.”
You sigh like you’re relieved and she laughs, “you wanna have fun with me, too? That makes me so happy.”
You realize how quiet you’ve been since you began and you throw your head back and laugh. Ashido observes you with a smile, waiting for your explanation but enjoying your joy with a hand on your waist.
“You’re really beautiful, Mina. I like when you touch me.”
Ashido laughs with you, a hand going back to your pussy, “I like touching you, too. D’you wanna try touching me? Feel how wet you’ve made me with your cute noises and wet kisses?”
Your pupils dilate as you nod, licking your lips. The pink hand pinning yours starts to lead your hand instead to her crotch. You suck in your teeth as you unzip her pants and she shimmies out of them easily. You choke when she’s not wearing underwear, “c’mere,” she whispers as she directs your hand back to her again.
Her pubes are shaved like a heart; the black hairs stand out on her pink skin, and when your fingers glide over them she shudders. Your thighs clench at her sensitivity and you can’t help the moan you let out when your fingers finally touch her pussy directly.
It’s foreign, feeling something alike yours, but the sensation’s not on you. As your hand stills awkwardly palming her crotch, unsure how to make her feel good, she starts grinding down into your hand as sighs escapes her lips, “baby, are you nervous? Can you find my clit?”
Ashido moves so that she’s on her knees above you, spreading her lips apart and giving you a full view of her cunt. You gulp as you see her glistening pussy; it’s beautiful. Your heart skips a beat before your brain restarts and you move to her clit, unsure how much pressure to apply, but her immediate reaction makes your head shoot up and see her close her eyes as her jaw goes slack, “yeah baby, like that…”
You apply some more pressure and she bucks forward, and with great concentration you circle the nub; it’s underneath a hood that feels a little bigger than your own and you lick your lips, wondering what it’d feel like to tongue that area. You play with the varying pressure, gauging her reaction to when you press hard underneath it, and featherlight from the top; she’s so expressive that it almost becomes easy.
Then you let your hand explore further, three fingers going down her slit, fanning out and touching her folds. They’re soft, sticky and pinker than the rest of her; Ashido whimpers and bites her lip as she enjoys observing you. You look so cute underneath her as you concentrate on her pleasure and her tells that she wants to reward you immediately, but she holds on. “You like touching pussy?” Ashido asks with barely concealed excitement, pushed to the edge without anything behind her.
You don’t even look up at her, eyes transfixed on her drenched cunt. Were her juices not so sticky they would’ve dripped down onto your stomach by now with how wet she is. You nod, circling her hole with great caution, “Mina you’re really pretty…”
Ashido laughs and grinds her hips down onto your hand, trying to get your fingers to breach her; you shy away the first few times, gathering the courage to feel her insides.
The moan you let out as two fingers reach inside of her is absolutely filthy, loud and desperate. She’s so warm, clenching and pulsing around you in an almost melodic tempo. You separate them, scissor them, bend them. You try to do everything your brother does to you that feels good and Ashido laughs and pets your head softly, “baby, relax. You don’t have to bust out every move all at once.”
You squirm at her teasing you, but she quickly reassures you by riding your hand, “take it slow, start by just going in and out a few times, get used to my walls around you.”
You try that, and the squelching sound has your own pussy clenching around nothing; you push into her harder, faster. The sound absolutely drives you wild and Ashido grabs your wrist and keels over, but she doesn’t ask you to stop.
“N-now you can try and bend them a little, when you’re almost in to the knuck- yeah, fuck.”
There’s a spongy part inside of her that you massage as you look at her face; her eyes are shut tightly, nose scrunched up and mouth hanging open as she moans, her hand tightening around your wrist, “don’t stop baby, ah- shit, fuck, that feels so good.”
You alternate between thrusting in and out and bending your fingers, absolutely thrilled about the way her juices are sliding down your arm now; you move your thumb to graze her clit and she screeches in half-surprise, arching her back and moaning your name, praising you as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
It eggs you on and you suddenly understand your brother’s obsession with your pussy. You’ve always wondered why he could finger you for hours but with the way Ashido sounds and looks, you think you’d be satisfied with that alone.
“Try adding another finger, and then spread them a little when you’re halfway,” she explains, hips stuttering as you follow her instructions.
“You’re so good at this, you’re making me feel so good.” She praises, leaning down to kiss you. A moan stammers out of her when it changes the angle of your fingers, licking into your mouth with new excitement.
As you fuck open her pussy, she fucks your open mouth.
Drool is gliding down your cheeks as she sucks on your tongue. Wet, obscene sounds are filling the room as you hear the men in the living room move around and talk.
It’s weird. There’s so little wall separating you, but in this vacuum of your bedroom, there only exists the pleasure of the woman on top of you and the squelching of her sopping wet cunt.
There’s a wet spot underneath you on the sheets, the thong doing little to contain your own lewd juices.
“Ah, fuck, baby I’m close, can you m-make me cum? Yeah? You wanna make Mina cum? Don’t stop, please, don-Ah, don’t stop.”
She’s riding your hand in earnest now, desperate for the release that’s within your grasp. Literally.
It’s driving Ashido over the edge that one of her closest friend’s little sister is so eager and willing. Just watching you touch a cunt for the first time has her tumbling over the edge.
You’ve never seen anything as ethereal as Ashido’s face as she squirts all over your hand and arm, moaning and rambling nonsensical words and praises in a breathless whisper. Her cum sprays onto the exposed part of your waist and your thighs, and you suddenly mourn that it didn’t hit your mouth. She’s drooling too, both of her holes leaking from the pleasure that you’re responsible for. You position your mouth to catch her spit like a good girl.
For a second you’re connected in both holes, pussy by your hand and mouths from her saliva. It almost makes you cum untouched when it hits your tongue.
“Phew!” Ashido lets go of your wrist to pull back her hair from her face. Her giggles turn into full-blown surprised laughs, “that felt amazing, oh my God.”
She’s surprised by how hard she came from so little; it’s not unusual for her to use her toys at home for hours before she’s even close to being satisfied and she’s tired out multiple partners in the past. She bows back down to kiss you in earnest. The kiss is more innocent than anything she’s given you in the past hour and when she pulls back, she searches your eyes with a grateful expression, “that felt so good, Baby sis. You’re such a fast learner.”
You squirm under her praise and when she grabs your hand to dry it off on the sheets you let out a disagreeable noise, “wanna taste you, Mina, please,” you beg and it makes Ashido direct your own hand to your face, pussy giving a pathetic clench as she forces your own fingers inside your own mouth.
And you take them, willingly, eyes rolling back at the first taste of another’s pussy.
Ashido needs to let you eat her out.
But that will have to be later; she promised Shinsou not to let you cum without him in the room. She teased him about being greedy and stingy when he made the rules, but after making out with you, it’s clear why he’s so possessive about you.
You’re the sluttiest little girl she’s ever met. And it’s the hottest thing ever.
The definition of submissive and breedable comes to mind with you, and Ashido shudders when she thinks of what’s to come.
While you’re happily sucking your own fingers like it’s a sweet treat, her other hand reaches for her phone by the duffle bag to open the group chat. She directs the camera to your face, “look at me, Baby sis, keep sucking the taste off of your fingers.”
She snaps it with the flash on, knowing the wetness will only be highlighted.
To the attached image, she adds: Sausages can join us now 😜