AN: This chapter contains explicit descriptions of female masturbation. This chapter also 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
Uraraka let the hot stream of water massage her body as a soft sigh escaped her lips.
She had just finished another long and grueling day of exams. Two down, one to go. The day following exams would be the dance and then they were off for two weeks on "break."
All Might had inculcated in them that they should treat those two weeks as a vacation, for it would more than likely be their last true, no-responsibilities, vacation. As second- and third-years, breaks would be utilized for hero internships and after that...well the life of a hero was not an easy one.
Uraraka turned so that the warm pressure could hit her back muscles. This was the first time all week she had been able to have more than ten minutes of alone time, not counting the time she spent asleep.
The weekend zoomed by in the blink of an eye. Although Saturday's girls' night had been fun and relaxing in its own way, it was also stress-inducing. After the obvious worrying about upcoming exams and the excited chit-chat about the end-of-year dance, the conversation had taken a turn that Uraraka should have seen coming.
She reached behind her to grab the shampoo bottle and began to lather it through her head, using her fingers to scratch in a way that made her whole body relax even further.
Uraraka let the hot stream of water massage her body as a soft sigh escaped her lips.
She had just finished another long and grueling day of exams. Two down, one to go. The day following exams would be the dance and then they were off for two weeks on "break."
All Might had inculcated in them that they should treat those two weeks as a vacation, for it would more than likely be their last true, no-responsibilities, vacation. As second- and third-years, breaks would be utilized for hero internships and after that...well the life of a hero was not an easy one.
Uraraka turned so that the warm pressure could hit her back muscles. This was the first time all week she had been able to have more than ten minutes of alone time, not counting the time she spent asleep.
The weekend zoomed by in the blink of an eye. Although Saturday's girls' night had been fun and relaxing in its own way, it was also stress-inducing. After the obvious worrying about upcoming exams and the excited chit-chat about the end-of-year dance, the conversation had taken a turn that Uraraka should have seen coming.
She reached behind her to grab the shampoo bottle and began to lather it through her head, using her fingers to scratch in a way that made her whole body relax even further.
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"So...Truth or Dare." Their invisible classmate said after a slight lull in the conversation, making the atmosphere in the room shift. They had only played once before and that was when they were all barely getting to know each other. The questions and dares were very tame, but Uraraka had a feeling this time would be different.
"Who are you asking?" Jiro said, eyes focused on her toenails as she applied a topcoat over the dark purple polish. The rest of the girls began to shift into a tighter circle.
"Mmmm…" Hagakure mused for a bit, "Well let's say you since you were the first to bite." She finished, a smile evident in her tone of voice.
Jiro finished her toenails and extended her legs to admire her work before looking up at the girls. "Okay," she extended her arms out in a stretch. "Let's go with Truth since I really don't want to risk having to redo my toes."
"Okay, okay. Truth...Ah!" Hagakure exclaimed, "Let's get down and dirty from the get-go because that's what this game is really for isn't it."
Mina and Jiro chuckled.
"Go for it," Jiro said in an almost bored tone like she genuinely couldn't give two fucks about revealing anything deep and personal. Uraraka admired her assuredness.
"When was the last time you masturbated and how?" Mina asked defiantly.
"Hey! It was supposed to be me asking the question." Hagakure protested, but it didn't sound like she was truly upset.
To her credit, Jiro didn't blush or become flustered. She looked Mina dead in the eye before opening her mouth to speak, "Yesterday. In the shower. Two fingers."
"Dang, okay girl, relax." Mina raised her hands in mock defeat as she giggled. "We get it. You're a badass." The girls erupted in a chorus of laughter.
The girls continued playing for a couple of rounds before the conversation became further debauched. The things Uraraka had discovered from her classmates had been slightly shocking.
The never bashful, no-fucks attitude, Jiro, did manage to blush profusely when asked to detail her most recent wet dream and who it was about. Through mumbled whispers the girls managed to hear that the star of the aforementioned dream, the one who had bent her over Aizawa-sensei's desk and eaten her out from behind, was none other than a certain electric classmate of theirs.
The regal and mature Momo had been dared to make a lacy thong and leave it outside Todoroki's door with a signed note. The creation-quirk holder didn't protest or become too embarrassed. In fact, she laughed the whole time she was doing it.
Hagakure was asked if she had ever seen a penis (Yes) and if we knew who's (No) and to describe it (Normal, she thinks. She's only seen one in real life but it didn't look not normal. She didn't really have a reference but she'd get back to us once she did).
Even Tsu had admitted to having her breasts touched under her shirt, but over the bra, she was adamant about the girls knowing it was over the bra. The act had been done by a guy she thought she liked a couple of weeks before they all started UA. Turned out she didn't.
"Uraraka's turn!" Hagakura sang. Uraraka's heart fell to her stomach. What if Mina asks about the book? She still didn't want the girls to know about it. Mina locked eyes with her and smiled playfully. Fuck.
"Chako sweetie," She started innocently. Uraraka could feel her palms get sweaty. "When's the last time you've climaxed and what got you there."
Uraraka groaned before chancing a glance at the group of girls, all leaning in, eyes glistening with interest. She expected something like this but it still took her slightly by surprise. But she definitely wasn't going to be the first to not answer truthfully. Uraraka took a deep breath and let it out through her mouth slowly before speaking.
"Okay, but don't laugh," She said, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The girls immediately began with their chorus of "we would never" and "of course not"
"Well, uhm...yea...so the thing is...okay…" She began to stutter. She suddenly felt so inexperienced and small compared to her friends. They all were growing and becoming not just strong pro-heroes in the making, but formidable women. Confident. Unashamed. Fierce.
A part of her knew, she too was growing stronger. She just wished she could also be bolder. Unapologetic in her growth.
The girls were all encouraging. They weren't being pushy, Uraraka knew if she really didn't want to answer they wouldn't force her. Maybe tease her a bit, but never force her. But they had all been so honest, their willingness to share and speak about this particular subject threw her off a bit, but it also served as a much-needed push.
"Okay, okay…" She spoke again, "Well, the thing is. Ugh!" She said exasperated. "I'm really trying here."
The girls chuckled.
"Goodness gracious! Babe, if you got something to say spit it out." Mina said grabbing Uraraka's wrist, "We don't judge."
"Yes, zero judgment zone," Momo said, giving her a warm smile. The rest of the girls nodded in agreement.
"Fuck fine." She said looking up to the ceiling.
"Ochako you cussed!" Hagakure teased.
"I cuss," she said giving the invisible girl a dead-eyed stare, "Sometimes."
"A huh, okay, yea sure." She further teased.
"Hagakure shh! She's about to get to the good stuff." Mina scolded her.
Uraraka took a breath to center herself so that she could get through her next sentence without stuttering or blushing. What had Mina called her...a Fierce Warrior? Yes, she was that.
"Okay, so the thing is that I have never actually…" Uraraka was losing confidence, "I haven't…" Just say it Ochako damn!
"I've never orgasmed before."
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Trying to forget that she had confessed something so intimate to her friends, Uaraka finished her shower, changed, and headed to her room. Tomorrow was their final day of exams and even though a huge part of her wanted to study more, she was going to heed Deku and Iida's suggestion that studying too hard the night before an exam was not productive.
She sat cross-legged in her bed, facing the full body-length mirror, and began brushing her hair absent-mindedly.
The girls had all been really sweet about it. Some hadn't either. Some had gotten close but not quite all the way. Almost all had attempted to get themselves there. Only Mina had any actual experience reaching her climax.
"It's important to explore and know how to get yourself off before expecting someone else too." Mina lectured, "That's what my older cousin told me the day before I turned 15."
Somehow Uraraka's confession had turned their Truth and Dare game into Orgasms 101.
Uraraka shook her head violently trying to not remember just how thorough Mina had been in describing what it had felt like for her, making water droplets splash around her.
"Everyone's is different" She had said. "What works for me may not work for you. You just gotta practice. Explore."
Explore? Uraraka could feel herself blush just thinking about it
"Trust me," Mina had continued, "Once you girls figure it out, it's just...wow."
The dreamy expression on Mina's face was hard to forget.
"Plus," their pink-haired instructor had wiggled her eyebrows at the rest of them. "I have yet to find a better stress reliever."
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Uraraka looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black tank top, not overly tight, but it definitely allowed her a good view of her curves. The top of her cleavage seemed full. Fuller than she remembered it.
Relatively speaking, she knew her boobs had grown since she had been begrudgingly forced to buy a whole bunch of new bras over the summer. But she had never really paid them much more attention than needed. Showering and getting dressed. She was aware of them how she was aware of her elbow or her the back of her knee. She knew they were there, anatomically. But no more.
She uncrossed her legs and walked closer to the mirror.
She was wearing compression shorts that fit her just a little too tightly. In her efforts to become stronger, her legs and butt had unwittingly gotten bigger. More toned. These same shorts had fit her perfectly the first week of 1-A but now, well now she would have to buy some new ones soon. Couldn't have half her ass hanging out of them every time she wore them.
Uraraka slowly turned to the side, making sure to pay attention to the way her body dipped and curved. Where it looked soft. Where it didn't.
She had never looked at herself. Not how she looked at herself now.
She tried to see herself as if her eyes were that of someone else. A stranger.
What impression would she make? She was tired of looking...innocent. It was her damn face. It wasn't a bad-looking face. It was just…
Uraraka turned to the other side, watching herself closely.
How did her body move? What did it look like when it did?
Questions she wanted to know the answers to.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she slowly took her shirt off.
One word echoed in her mind.
Explore.
She opened her eyes, immediately dropping down to analyze her breasts. Her black bra was simple. No frill. No design. But she still liked how it pushed her mounds together and up. Uraraka became entranced with the v-shaped dip between them. It was...inviting? Was that the word?
Uraraka wasn't sure, but she could feel her heartbeat begin to accelerate.
With one last parting glance in the mirror, Uraraka walked towards her desk where her bag of school supplies lay. She dug for her book until she found it and walked back towards her bed, laying down and stretching her legs out in front of her.
Uraraka opened the book ready to begin her studies.
She had promised Deku and Iida she wouldn't study tonight but she doubted they were referring to this.
With the book secure in one hand, she let her other hand wander lazily up and down her bare stomach.
"I cannot allow another man to take what I already consider mine."
Her stomach clenched and a flush stole over her body.
"You sound possessive already," she said faintly.
"And that's precisely the way you want me, is it not?"
She squirmed a bit under his scrutiny, but she wasn't going to lie or pretend to be bashful, even if she was ready to crawl under the table.
Nothing about her approach had been shy so far, and there wasn't a need to start now.
Uraraka's hand slowly worked its way further up, caressing her own breast timidly. She could feel her peaks begin to harden at her ministrations.
"It is," she admitted. "I want...I want to belong. To a man," she added after a deep breath. "It sounds so crazy."
"Stop," he said with quiet authority,
" I won't allow you to degrade yourself for voicing your desires.
They're yours. That makes them important.
Valid.
There's nothing crazy about them."
Her desire was to relax. To find the bone-deep kind of relaxation Mina had described feeling post orgasm.
Uraraka's hand began to wander further south. Still shy, her hand lightly passed over her mound before quickly retracting towards her thigh. She had lost some courage but that was okay.
Explore.
"Are you a good lover, Damon?"
Even she was a bit stunned at how easily the question popped out.
To his credit Damon didn't so much as flinch.
He lowered the wineglass to rest above his knee and his warm brown eyes found her own.
Uraraka's touch became just a dash bolder as she began to feel heat pool at the pit of her stomach. A pulsing between her legs. Her body was asking for something but she wasn't entirely sure what. She had never done this before.
In theory, she knew what to do, but theory and real life were quite different.
"I know what you're thinking.
This is your fantasy.
You're in control.
But your fantasy is to relinquish your power.
You will submit to me and my wishes.
My wants and desires will be your own.
You will please me and in return I will please you."
Her body was humming in anticipation.
She needed more.
But how?
She squeezed her thighs together as her hand gently cupped her breast.
Oh! She moaned internally, That felt good.
Uraraka squeezed her thighs harder. Longer.
Hot pleasure began to envelop her, like a warm blanket on a cold winter day.
"For the time you are with me, I expect complete obedience and respect."
Her hackles rose at the way he stated obedience, but she could see him studying her.
Waiting for her protest, almost as though he was waiting to call her a fraud
"Does that bother you?" he asked.
"I assume you mean sexually."
His expression didn't change.
"I mean in all aspects."
Ururaka had lost all sense of decorum. Her shy touches burned away by this ridiculous need for...something?
She reached under her bra and found the perked nipple. She rolled it in between her index and her thumb as she crossed her legs and squeezed even harder.
Her eyes closed as a shot of pleasure consumed her body. With her legs crossed the pressure she was able to produce was tenfold. She heard herself moan audibly but was too lost in sensation to feel any shame.
"I don't like to make assumptions even given my preferences.
You stated in your letter that part of your fantasy was for your new master to ejaculate in your mouth."
Oh God, now she knew at least why he'd let her hide her face, because sweet Lord, it was burning,
"Relax," he murmured.
"There should be no shame in voicing your fantasies."
Uraraka needed more. Was it more friction that she needed?
She was getting frustrated. Her body was flushed and hot.
But how?
She turned and saw her pillow. Would that work?
Explore.
Her thoughts were desperate. She couldn't describe the feeling. It felt so good and at the same time, it felt like torture.
She quickly put the pillow between her legs and crossed them. She pulsed her thighs again.
A loud groan left her lips, in relief or frustration she couldn't tell.
Uraraka caught a glance at herself in the mirror. One hand under her bra, gyrating and pulsing against her pillow. Cheeks bright red. Eyes darkened with lust.
In the deep recesses of her mind, she still had the innocence to feel embarrassed. She had never seen herself like this.
But more presently, louder than she thought possible, the image of herself like this turned her on.
She felt sexy.
Powerful.
Uraraka's vision began to blur. She began to gyrate and pulse faster. She didn't know what compelled her but she needed to go faster. Needed more.
"...I love the idea of coming deep inside you and watching my seed slip from your pussy as I leave your body."
So close. So close. So close.
Her brain repeated like a mantra.
The heat in her belly was getting uncomfortable. She needed to release it somehow.
"I'm not sure I can logically explain the desire I have to mark a woman.
I'm sure it all has to do with the primitive male psyche," he added with a chuckle,
"But the fact is, I want to come in your mouth, your pussy, your ass, on your breasts.
I want to mark you mine in every conceivable fashion.
You will be mine.
Your body will be mine to do with as I wish."
Release.
Uraraka couldn't help the lewd sounds that escaped her mouth. She just hoped to all that was above that she wasn't loud about it.
Her legs convulsed as pleasure spasms consumed her.
Her vision was blurry.
Uraraka set the book down. She took her hand out of her bra and pulled the pillow from between her legs. She could feel her pussy pulsing between her.
Curiously, she took the hand and dipped it under her shorts and underwear.
She let her fingers split her folds and reach further down, towards her entrance.
She could feel the slick on her fingers.
She dipped one tentative finger slightly inside. Just the tip.
She could feel her walls throbbing, sucking her finger deeper inside.
Too much. Too sensitive.
She quickly removed her hand.
She remained how she was as she slowly caught her breath.
Once she felt her heartbeat return to normal and her breathing even out. She sat up straight and looked in the mirror once more.
Her body felt...amazing! Goodness!
Uraraka burst into a fit of giggles. Although she had never been high before, she was pretty sure this is what it must feel like.
She couldn't even remember why she had been so embarrassed at the thought of doing this. Uraraka had never felt so relaxed. There was no way she wasn't going to not do it again.
Uraraka's smile burned brightly as she finished getting ready for bed and lay down.
Despite experiencing the most draining two weeks of her short life and one full day of testing ahead of her, she went to sleep without a care in the world.
