Fashion, Fishnets and Fellatios

The airship touched down at Vale’s skyport with a gentle hiss, the landing gear kissing concrete without so much as a bump. Jeanne let out a long, relieved breath as the doors opened, her grip on Gray’s hand finally loosening to something comfortable instead of ****.

“See?” She murmured, giving him a small, triumphant smile. “Told you the chewable would work.”

Gray squeezed her fingers once before letting go. “You did great. Barely even paled.”

They filed out with the rest of the passengers, the nine of them moving like a loose, laughing flock. The security checkout was quick. Their scrolls were scanned, bags were checked, the bored guard waving them through with a half-hearted “Have a nice day.”

Outside, the late-morning sun glared down at them. The skyport sat on the edge of the city, surrounded by low warehouses, cargo cranes, and the distant hum of air traffic. Beyond that, Vale proper rose in tiers. Old brick districts gave way to sleek glass towers in the modern center.

Yang stretched her arms overhead, jacket riding up to show a strip of toned midriff. “Alright, team. How we getting downtown?”

They clustered near the bus station sign. Ruby looked over the schedule.

“Next one’s in… twelve minutes,” She announced. “Goes straight to the new city center. Which is perfect since that’s where all the shops are.”

Weiss glanced toward the taxi rank. A line of cars idled there, most of them standard four-seaters.

“Two taxis,” She calculated. “And nine of us... Someone would be sitting on someone's lap.”

Nora immediately raised her hand. “I volunteer! I’m small!”

Pyrrha laughed. “You’re not small, Nora. You’re compact.”

Gray shook his head. “The bus is fine. There’s no point splitting up. Unless we’re too good for public transport, eh Miss Heiress?”

He said that with a teasing tone for the rich girl. He made sure to not sound like he was trying to bully her about it though.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She huffed at him with a glower.

“Oh nothing, madam.”

She rolled her eyes and sat on the bench and deliberately looked away with a hmph. It was more a performance than her actually being mad. At least, he thought it was.

Anyway, the agreement rippled through the group. They sat on the same bench as Weiss while others leaned against the railing, others pacing.

Ruby plopped down beside Jeanne, knees bouncing. “You good now that we’re on solid ground?”

Jeanne nodded, leaning shoulder-to-shoulder with Gray. “Yeah. Ground transport’s never been the problem. Just… anything that leaves the ground.”

Ruby patted her knee. “Well, you survived. Hero status achieved.”

Over to their right, Yang had roped Nora and Pyrrha into a quick Vale-specific guessing game, “Guess the next billboard slogan”, and the three of them were already laughing over increasingly ridiculous answers.

Weiss was talking with Ren, scroll in hand, quietly asking her about Mistral street food. Blake hovered close, listening, occasionally asking her own questions. Gray wondered if they could find any Mistral food in Vale.

Gray stayed put beside Jeanne, listening to all his girls chat, content to soak it all in.

Eight girls.

All of them dressed for a casual day out, but every single one looked unfairly good.

Yang’s cropped leather jacket hung open over that tight black top, jeans hugging her thighs and ass like a second skin. Every time she shifted her weight, the denim pulled taut across her curves.

Blake’s dark sweater was hanging off shoulder just enough to show the neckline of the tank underneath. Her leggings clung to long legs that looked endless when she crossed them.

Ruby’s red hoodie was half-zipped, shorts barely reaching mid-thigh, but the black tights underneath gave her legs that textured, almost sheer look, somewhat innocent and teasing at the same time.

Weiss’s high-waisted skirt swished against her calves with every small movement, blouse crisp and fitted enough to hint at the small breasts beneath.

Jeanne’s denim shorts were high-cut, showing off smooth, toned legs that Gray couldn’t stop glancing at. Her simple top hugged her chest just right. Nothing flashy, but impossible to ignore.

Pyrrha’s outfit was understated but elegant. A flowing skirt and a soft burgundy sweater that draped over her shoulders.

Nora, predictably, had gone bold. A bright pink skirt, cropped jacket, thigh-high socks that gave her thighs that “skindentation” look.

Ren had a casual looking Mistral top, with a sleeveless cut and white knee length shorts. This outfit was close to what she usually wore but was more relaxed than her usual outfit. It was form-fitting along the thighs, and her bare arms were nice to look at.

Gray leaned back against the bench, arms crossed, letting his gaze drift lazily from one pair of legs to the next, one curve to the next. The sight was… revitalizing. Like sunlight after too long indoors.

His cock gave a lazy throb against his thigh, already half-hard from the morning show back in the dorm. He didn’t bother hiding it. He had made sure that they wouldn’t take issue with him if they noticed him staring. But they might still get a little embarrassed, though.

Like Jeanne noticing his stare, cheeks pinking. She nudged his shoulder lightly.

“Pervert.” She whispered, but her tone was fond.

He smirked back at her, letting his hand rest high on her thigh. Her bare thigh felt amazing and warm. And she didn’t move his hand off her.

The bus rolled up right on time, brakes sighing as doors folded open.

They piled in, taking up the back half of the vehicle. Gray guided Jeanne to a window seat, sliding in beside her. Pyrrha took the aisle next to him, Blake beside her. The rest filled seats close by. Yang and Nora were in the seats in front of Jeanne and Gray, already debating what food to bring back to the dorm. Ruby bounced between seats until Gray grabbed her hand and made her sit next to him, even if he had to squeeze a bit between the two girls. Weiss and Ren sat in front of Pyrrha and Blake.

The bus lurched forward, tires humming over pavement.

Low warehouses and cargo yards gave way to older residential streets, then taller brick buildings, then the gleaming glass-and-steel of the new city center.

Jeanne pressed close to him, shoulder against his, hand resting on his thigh now instead of the other way around. She seemed fine now. No pallor, no clenched jaw. Her ailment really was just when it came to flying.

Gray kept his voice low. “Still good?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Feeling normal. Maybe even a little cocky about it.”

He chuckled. “Proud of you.”

Ruby, from Gray’s other side, leaned over. “You’re doing great, Jeanne! See? Ground transport for the win!”

Jeanne laughed softly. “Thanks to modern medicine and Gray’s hand-holding.”

Gray felt eyes on him. He glanced over and saw Weiss watching the exchange with that complicated little expression she sometimes wore. Not jealous, exactly. More… thoughtful.

He met her gaze for a second. She looked away first. Gray wondered if he might need to check in with her at some point

Outside, the city unfolded. Ruby had taken over tour-guide duty, pointing out landmarks to Weiss and the Mistral contingent.

“That’s the old Dust refinery. It’s closed now, but they turned it into a museum. And over there is-”

Gray looked out the window, his attention slipping as the buildings passed by. The bus ride reminded him of his recent trip into Vale to meet with some of the most dangerous people. He was doing it again today but now he had girls to escort, but the moment still hung heavy in the back of his head.

The bus rolled deeper into Vale.

Shopping. Changing rooms. And later, his meeting with Adam.

But right now?

Despite the heavy things on his shoulders, this moment right now was perfect.

He had eight beautiful girls, pressed close on a sunny bus ride into the city. He squeezed Jeanne’s hand once more. She squeezed back.

Yeah.

This was good.

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Gray lingered near the entrance of the boutique while the girls browsed, half-listening to the chatter, half-watching Ruby fidget in front of a rack of casual tops. She kept picking things up, holding them against herself, then putting them back with a small frown, clearly struggling to decide.

Yang caught his eye across the aisle. Gray tilted his head toward Ruby and raised a brow. Yang looked over to her sister, then made a silent ‘ah’ expression. She smirked a little, then sauntered over to him, her voice low.

“She’s hopeless at picking stuff for herself. Too self-conscious.”

Gray nodded, then got an idea. He leaned into Yang and whispered, “Help her out. Something short. Something that shows off those legs and that little waist. Make it slutty.”

Yang’s eyes lit up like she’d been waiting for permission. “Oh, I’ve got just the thing. Give me two minutes.”

She disappeared into the racks.

Gray stayed back, arms crossed, pretending to scroll on his phone while he watched Ruby continue to second-guess herself.

A few minutes later Yang returned, triumphant, holding two items draped over her arm: the tiniest pair of denim cut-off shorts Gray had ever seen, with frayed hems that would barely cover the bottom curve of Ruby’s ass, and a cropped white halter top, thin straps, midriff-baring, fabric so light it would cling to every curve.

Ruby’s eyes went wide when Yang thrust them at her.

“Y-Yang! I can’t wear that! It’s… it’s basically underwear!”

Yang leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper right against Ruby’s ear. Whatever she said made Ruby’s face go from pink to scarlet in seconds. Her silver eyes flicked toward Gray, wide, embarrassed, but with a tiny spark of something else underneath.

She swallowed hard.

“…for Gray?” She whispered back.

Yang nodded, smirking. “Exactly. He’s gonna lose his mind. Come on, Rubes. Be brave.”

Ruby clutched the clothes to her chest like a shield, took a shaky breath, and nodded stiffly. She turned and marched toward the changing rooms, shoulders hunched, cheeks flaming.

Gray waited until the curtain swished closed behind her.

Then he activated his Semblance.

The familiar blur at the edge of his silhouette settled over him like a second skin. No one in the store so much as glanced his way.

He slipped inside the changing room without a sound.

Ruby was already peeling off her hoodie, her back to the mirror, arms crossed awkwardly over her chest even though she was alone, or thought she was. Gray stepped right up behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.

She tugged the hoodie over her head, red-tipped hair spilling everywhere. Underneath she wore a simple black bra, nothing fancy, but the way it cupped her tits made Gray’s cock twitch hard against his pants.

He reached around without hesitation, palms sliding up her bare stomach to cup both breasts through the thin fabric. Ruby’s body jolted slightly but otherwise seemed to not notice his touch.

Gray squeezed gently, fingers sinking into her flesh against the cotton. He leaned in, lips grazing the side of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo mixed with the faint warmth of her skin.

He inhaled as much of her as he could while pressing close to her hip.

Ruby didn’t react as she reached for the button on her shorts. Gray’s fingers dipped lower, sliding under the waistband, palming the soft curve of her ass. He squeezed one cheek hard enough to leave faint red marks, then slid his hand between her thighs from behind, pressing the seam of her shorts against her pussy. She was getting damp from his touch, hot and slick through the fabric.

Gray pulled back just enough to let her shimmy out of her shorts and tights. She stepped out of them, now in nothing but the bra and black cotton panties that clung to her soaked folds. Her thighs jiggled a little as she moved.

He couldn’t resist.

Gray dropped to one knee behind her, hands gripping her hips, and dragged his tongue up the back of one thigh, slow, wet, tasting salt and skin and the faint sweetness that was pure Ruby.

He licked higher, tracing the crease where thigh met ass, then pressed his face between her cheeks and dragged his tongue over the damp cotton covering her pussy from behind.

Gray stood again, spinning her gently to face the mirror. He pressed against her back, cock grinding against her ass through his pants, and slid both hands under the bra. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between fingers until they were swollen and dark pink.

Ruby stared at her reflection, her cheeks a little flushed but otherwise unaware.

Gray leaned down and bit the shell of her ear. “Put it on.”

She obeyed.

The shorts were obscene, barely more than a belt of denim, the frayed hems riding so high they exposed the bottom curves of her ass cheeks. The cropped halter top was worse. Thin white fabric that clung to her tits like wet tissue paper, her bra somewhat visible through it, midriff completely bare, the hem stopping just under her bra covered breasts.

She looked so erotic. Like she wanted to show off her sex appeal on a street corner and lead a man down an alleyway.

But she wasn’t a street hooker. She belonged to Gray.

Gray’s cock throbbed painfully. He could already picture bending her over a bed at the dorm later, those shorts yanked down just enough to expose her, fucking her raw while she wore the top and nothing else.

But not here. Not yet. The clothes needed to be paid for first.

He slipped back through the curtain, and leaned casually against the wall outside the changing room like he’d been there the whole time, and deactivated his Semblance.

Yang was waiting beside him, smirking. Jeanne had joined them too, her arms crossed, cheeks faintly pink, clearly there for moral support.

The curtain twitched.

Ruby peeked out first. Just her face, eyes huge and mortified.

Then she stepped out slowly.

The shorts barely covered anything. Her thighs looked delicious. The top left her toned stomach bare, bra outline pressed shamelessly against the fabric.

Yang let out a low whistle. “Holy shit, Rubes. You look like a snack.”

Jeanne’s mouth parted. “Ruby… wow.”

Gray stepped forward, eyes raking over her slowly, deliberately.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” He said, voice rough. “Sexy as hell, Ruby. That outfit is staying. We’re definitely buying it.”

Ruby couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Her hands fluttered uselessly at her sides, cheeks so red they looked painful. She managed a tiny nod, then ducked back inside the curtain so fast it fluttered.

Yang laughed softly. “Mission accomplished.”

Gray turned to the two blondes, letting a slow grin spread across his face.

“So,” He said, voice low. “You two gonna find something sexy to show off for me too? Or is Ruby the only brave one today?”

Yang’s grin turned feral. “Oh, it’s on.”

Jeanne’s blush deepened. She looked down at her feet, then back up at him, shy but determined.

“…okay,” She whispered. “I’ll try.”

Gray’s cock gave another hard throb.

This was going to be a very good afternoon.

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Gray waited outside the changing rooms, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, while Ruby finished getting back into her regular clothes. The boutique hummed around him. Soft chatter from other customers; the rustle of fabric on racks, but his focus stayed on that curtain. He could hear her moving inside, quick and fidgety, probably still flushed from the reveal.

The curtain finally swished open. Ruby stepped out, clutching the skimpy outfit in her arms like it might bite her, cheeks still a deep crimson. She avoided his eyes at first, but when she finally looked up, Gray stepped forward with a grin.

“Ready to buy those?” He asked, voice low and teasing.

She nodded stiffly. “Y-Yeah… I guess.”

He walked with her to the register, pulling out his scroll to pay with Torchwick’s stolen lien. As the cashier rang it up, Gray leaned in close.

“You know,” He murmured, loud enough for only her to hear, “When we get back to the dorm… you’re putting that on. And I’m gonna lose my mind. Pin you down, rip it off piece by piece, fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

Ruby’s face went nuclear. She shoved him lightly in the chest, embarrassed squeak escaping her lips. “G-Gray! Stop!”

But her eyes sparkled, and she didn’t shove hard.

He laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they collected the bag. “I can’t help it, Ruby. You looked too good.”

They wandered the aisles aimlessly after that, browsing without purpose, watching the other girls sift through racks. Weiss held up an elegant blouse for Blake’s opinion; Nora was trying to convince Pyrrha that a flashy pink top was “totally her vibe”; Ren browsed quietly nearby.

It was peaceful. Domestic.

Until Yang and Jeanne reappeared from the back of the store, arms loaded with piles of clothing. Gray’s eyes narrowed on the fabrics peeking out. Something sheer, black mesh or fishnet glinting under the store lights. His pulse kicked up.

Yang’s grin was predatory. “We’ve got something to show you.”

Jeanne’s cheeks were already pink, but she held her chin up, trying to look confident.

They headed straight for the changing rooms... and both slipped into the same stall.

Gray raised an eyebrow. Oh. What are they planning?

Tempted as he was to activate his Semblance and peek, he held back. Anticipation was half the fun. Let them surprise him.

He stayed outside with Ruby, pulling her in front of him and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She leaned back against his chest, still a little shy from earlier.

“You’re so damn cute,” He whispered in her ear, lips brushing the shell. “And sexy. That outfit on you… fuck, Ruby. I’m gonna make you wear it every chance I get.”

She squirmed, cheeks heating up again, but she didn’t pull away. “G-Gray… stop teasing…”

He chuckled, nuzzling her neck. “Can’t. You make it too easy.”

Her embarrassment was adorable. The way she bit her lip, fidgeted in his arms, but pressed back against him anyway.

The curtain finally pulled back.

Gray’s mouth went dry.

Then watered.

Yang and Jeanne stood there, side by side, in outfits that screamed the word ‘Sex’ from the rooftops.

Yang wore a tight black dress with fishnet tights, mesh so fine it hugged every curve like a second skin. The dress plunged low between her tits, crisscrossing straps accenting the swell of her breasts, and rode high on her hips to expose miles of thigh. She looked like walking temptation at a club. Confident, triumphant, one hip cocked and a smirk that said come and get it.

Jeanne was… different. Shyer, but no less erotic. Her outfit was a mesh crop top, transparent black netting that clung to her full breasts, her bra very visible through the mesh, and a tiny, pleated skirt that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, fishnet stockings running up her legs to garters clipped under the skirt. The top left her midriff bare, and the skirt flipped up just enough with every nervous shift to tease the edge of her panties.

Gray’s brain short-circuited.

They looked slutty. Erotic. Perfect.

His cock hardened instantly, pressing against Ruby’s ass through his pants.

She squeaked, squirming forward. “G-Gray!”

He let her go reluctantly, stepping closer to the blondes, mouth still struggling to form words.

“You… fuck. You two look…”

Yang’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying his stunned stare. “Cat got your tongue, babe?”

Jeanne tried to look flirty, biting her lip, shifting her weight, but her blush gave her away.

Gray’s mind flashed: both of them on their knees, mouths working him together, lips meeting around his cock, tongues swirling, eyes locked on his as they sucked and licked.

He lost restraint.

He activated his Semblance fast.

“Yang and Jeanne,” He commanded, voice low and firm, “Drag me inside the changing room. Kneel at my feet and give me a double blowjob. No one will disturb us or get mad if they figure out what we’re doing.”

Semblance deactivated.

Instantly, Yang’s eyes darkened with heat. She grabbed his wrist. “Get in here.”

Jeanne reached for his other arm, pulling him inside with surprising urgency. “Now.”

The curtain swished shut behind them.

They dropped to their knees in unison, the small changing room suddenly feeling even tighter. Yang’s hands went straight for his belt, unbuckling it quickly, while Jeanne tugged his zipper down, fingers brushing his hardening cock through the fabric.

Gray leaned back against the wall, breathing already ragged.

Yang freed him first, his cock springing out to the open air. She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly. “Look at that. Already so hard for us.”

Jeanne leaned in closer, her breath hot against the shaft.

They worked together almost seamlessly. Yang’s tongue dragged a long, wet stripe up the underside from base to tip, swirling around the head, while Jeanne licked tentatively at the side, her lips soft and exploratory. Gray groaned, hand threading into Yang’s hair first, then Jeanne’s.

Yang took him into her mouth first, her lips stretching around the girth, sucking him deep with a wet slurp. She bobbed slowly, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat against the underside. Jeanne watched for a second, then leaned in to lick the exposed base, her tongue flicking over his balls before sucking one gently into her mouth.

Gray’s hips bucked involuntarily. “Fuck… yes.”

They switched. Jeanne taking the head between her lips, sucking shyly at first, then bolder, her cheeks flushing as she took more of him in. Yang licked the shaft alongside her, their tongues meeting in sloppy, wet strokes, lips brushing each other around his cock.

It was messy. Erotic. Spit-slick and hot, the changing room filling with soft slurps, moans, and Gray’s ragged breaths.

Yang tried deepthroating him again next. Her throat relaxing around him, nose pressing to his pelvis as she swallowed. She was much better at it now but still coughed a little and had to come up for air. Jeanne licked whatever she could reach as she watched fascinated, hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently.

Yang went back in and deepthroated him again, only not as deep. She went as far as she was comfortable going and fucked him with her mouth from there. This went on for a little while, and Gray felt his groin heat up and throb.

Gray’s grip tightened in their hair. “Close… fuck, I’m close.”

Yang pulled back with a pop, stroking him fast. “In my mouth. Give it to me.”

Jeanne leaned in, tongue flicking the tip alongside Yang’s strokes.

Gray came hard. His hips jerking as thick ropes of cum shot into Yang’s open mouth. She took it all, lips sealing around the head for the last pulses, swallowing most but holding some on her tongue.

She pulled back, smirking up at him, cum glistening on her lips.

Then she turned to Jeanne.

“Open,” Yang whispered.

Jeanne’s eyes widened, but she obeyed, mouth parting shyly.

Yang leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, filthy kiss. Gray watched, cock twitching weakly as it softened. Yang’s tongue pushing his cum into Jeanne’s mouth, the two blondes sharing it with soft moans, lips slick and messy, a thin string of white connecting them when they finally pulled apart.

Jeanne swallowed, cheeks burning. “That was…”

Yang licked her lips. “Hot as hell.”

Gray exhaled shakily, tucking himself back in. “You two… Lords...”

The outfits stayed pristine throughout all that. Miraculously clean; no stray drops or smears. He watched as the girls got to their feet licking their lips. They glanced at him with looks of satisfaction, probably both at the taste of his cum and at the arousal on his face.

Then they got changed back into their normal clothes, right there in front of him. Jeanne looked a little shy about it, but was encouraged by Yang. They both shimmied out of those erotic clothes to his horny staring and Gray really enjoyed the sight. He almost suggested doing something else as his dick hardened again. But no, he wanted to spread his love around a little, so he just contented himself to just watch these sexy blondes get dressed.

Finally, they stepped out one by one, the curtain falling back into place like nothing had happened.

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A/N: More sexy stuff in next chapter. Don't miss a sweet moment with Weiss and a spicy moment with his pet Blake.

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