NOTE: This chapter contains excerpts from a book that is not mine. I do not own the words or the characters. The book is titled Sweet Persuasion by Maya Banks (and is part of the Sweet Series). The link for the book is Sweet-Persuasion-Maya-Banks/dp/0425266966).
Chapter 4
Holy shit," Julie breathed. "Now that's what I call a shocker."
"I'm not sure I like where you're going with this," Serena said in a dry voice.
"I get the fantasy bits, but Serena, a sex slave?" Julie asked in disbelief.
"Shhh!" Serena hissed. "For Pete's sake, I'd rather the entire Houston area not know about this."
"You're really going to do it?" Julie asked in a lower tone.
Serena paused for a minute and turned to her friend. "Yeah, I think I am."
"Wow. You've got balls, girlfriend. My hat is totally off to you. I'm such a chicken shit.
I can't even work up the nerve to ask Nathan out, and here you are taking on your darkest fantasies."
That was the last scene Uraraka had read.
7 days ago.
She had been unable to even think about picking up her book to continue reading. The past week was enveloped with so much insanity she could hardly remember what it meant to relax. Her brain was bursting at the seam at the sheer amount of information being drilled into it. She spent most evenings studying with her friends in the comfort of the common room. She was lucky if she even made it to her room and onto her bed to sleep. Most of the time she ended up knocking out on the couch along with the rest of the late-night study crew.
Uraraka huffed as her lungs struggled to take in oxygen.
Today's P.E class was a free-for-all type deal. They were instructed to work on improving their physicality sans quirks and she was currently preoccupied with attempting to set a personal record on her mile time. She was running next to Todoroki, who she had asked if he could sort of help motivate her by running behind her, sort of like chasing her so she pushed herself and didn't fall behind.
The usually imperturbable boy had exhibited a slight reaction, almost imperceptible, but Uraraka had noticed it. She was beginning to notice a lot about the boys in her class. That book was making her more perceptive of the opposite sex. She wouldn't call herself the most attractive girl in 1-A, let alone all of U.A., but she was pretty sure she wasn't ugly. I mean, she had to have some kind of appeal if even the most stoic boy in her class had flustered ever so slightly at her suggestion.
She could feel Todoroki start to slow down behind her. His feet were hitting the track in longer intervals.
"Todoroki please don't slow down on my account." She huffed, "If you pass me, you pass me. I'll catch up."
He did as he was told.
She never caught up.
Not because she couldn't, she had just become incredibly distracted by class 1-C, who was sharing part of the outside training area. Well, she was distracted by one person in particular.
Hitoshi Shinso stood about ten feet away, clearly antagonizing Bakugo, who was being held back by Kirishima and Sero. Kaminari stood between them half-heartedly attempting to calm the situation down but mostly laughing hysterically.
The track ran right next to them and, although not sure what possessed her, she slowed down as she approached the group.
"You're fucking dead, you hear!" She heard Bakugo screams as if he were standing right next to her. Boy, did he need to learn how to chill?
Shinso smirked and turned his nose to the air, "Ah yes, murder, the true sign of a hero." He taunted. Bakugo squirmed against Kirishima and Sero who both seemed oddly calm despite Bakugo's constant string of threats.
"Look at me!" Bakugo balked again, his tone sounded dangerous.
Uraraka's breath hitched but it had nothing to do with the exertion of running. She vaguely heard Bakugo continue his never-ending and always imaginative array of insults and threats. Though her eyes saw Aisawa-sensei approaching the group of boys next to her, looking exhausted per usual, her brain wasn't registering.
"Look at me," you say in a gentle tone, but one that brooks no argument.
I tilt my head upwards as you stand over me, strong, powerful.
Your hand caresses my cheek, and I close my eyes as I nuzzle into your palm…
Although Bakugo's command was neither gentle nor sexual, Uraraka could not stop the jump her brain had made.
Look at me.
She needed to get away. Distance would help her think clearly. She looked down at her clock. Her mile time was shit now and she could see Todoroki approaching the end of the track but she still felt like she should finish the mile.
She started running again. Running away.
-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-
…You pull your hand away, and your fingers go to your pants.
You unbutton the fly and ease the zipper down.
For a moment, your hand disappears as it dips inside.
You pull your cock out of confinement…
"Open for me," you command.
The scene unfolded in her mind as if she was actually sitting down in her room reading the words from the pages.
Uraraka couldn't help the shudder that overtook her whole body. She once again found herself distracted in her Friday afternoon Math class.
She had gotten better at the whole not blushing when she thought about the book or all the random sexual thoughts that would infiltrate her mind. Her talk with Mina had significantly calmed her down. Something about knowing she wasn't alone, that she wasn't the only one who found this appealing, made her less embarrassed about the whole thing.
I mean, she wasn't trying to let the whole world know either, but the initial jitters were gone. Sort of.
She had managed to stay focused all week. Well, mostly focused. Her brain would still wander, replaying some of the words from the novel. Her most recent and vivid daydream involved her on her knees in an empty classroom, head bobbing up and down a faceless and nameless individuals dick. Uraraka had no idea where that had come from but it had. Her inexperienced brain still resisted the idea, the possibility that one day she might...
Uraraka was finding that the last words she had read were helping challenge her embarrassment and turning it into curiosity.
"Wow. You've got balls, girlfriend. My hat is totally off to you. I'm such a chicken shit…and here you are taking on your darkest fantasies."
She knew they were fictitious characters but it spoke to her. It slowly flamed the fire of curiosity and desire that lay deep within. She realized it did in fact take "balls" to "take on her dark fantasies." Uraraka remembered how flustered she had become when she had first read the book, back at the store. She remembered turning bright red and having to look at anything other than the words on the page when the story's protagonist described in ample detail her desire to be auctioned as a sex slave, what would happen, how it would feel.
Uraraka knew her visceral reactions thus far were not due to the raunchiness of the material. It was definitely not that. Her embarrassment was birthed by her fear. Fear of liking what she had been reading, of what it was causing her body.
My breath draws sharply in when your fingers delve between my legs to the wetness at my entrance.
You rub across my clit, and I moan.
My legs tremble and threaten to collapse, but my keeper holds me up for you.
"You will come for me," You tell me.
"Shitty hair, come here." She heard Bakugo's lazy shout carry from across the room. The tone of voice and words uttered sent a shot of adrenaline to the pit of her stomach. A command. Bakugo was used to people doing what he said, whether it be from fear, respect, or simply to avoid his explosive behavior. He was cocky.
She stole a quick glance across the room. He looked bored, leaning on his desk, staring down at his phone screen. He hadn't even bothered to turn around and see if Kirishima had heard him. His quiet confidence that when he spoke people listened emanated from him in waves. Uraraka couldn't help the thought that exploded in her head before she even had a chance to reign it in.
I wonder if he's that commanding in bed.
She saw Kirishima get up and walk towards the blonde, and that's when she noticed she'd done it again.
Fucking damn. She cursed to herself. She once more had been so distracted in class she missed the entirety of Ectoplasm's Math 1 review. If this kept going she would surely fail next week's Math portion of exams, which would seriously dampen the whole dance.
She quickly looked down at her calendar. Tomorrow was another full day. Class until 10 past three and then she and Jirou had agreed to go train a bit without quirks. From there came a quick shower and down to the common room by 6 pm for girls night per the suggestion (read forced upon the female 1-A student population) of Hagakure. She had insisted that too much studying was not good for our faces or our brain. This was strictly a "no studying" evening.
Okay, so Saturday was out.
But Sunday seemed available.
She'd take herself and her book somewhere private and read some more.
Maybe the more she read the less of a stupid flustered girl she became around, well everyone. Even better, maybe she would have less weird thoughts regarding her very loud, very volatile, very not interested blonde classmate.
The last scene that played in her mind as she hastily made her way out of the classroom, trying her absolute best not to look in his direction made this all even more annoying. Why wouldn't her brain fucking cooperate with what she was trying to do?
Despite her best efforts, she felt a warm blush permeate her cheeks.
"Do you fantasize about having my cock buried inside you? You ask in a silky tone.
"Yes," I gasp, "I want it more than anything."