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Uraraka was out of her apartment and not exactly happy about it. Her cousin was going to get married in two weeks and so that meant the woman needed to have her bachelorette party. That’s not really the issue; having it at a strip club was the issue. Uraraka didn’t like it when engaged or married men do it so why would she like it when engaged or married women do it? Especially since it's her cousin and especially if she had to go! Well, technically Uraraka didn’t have to go, but it was her cousin and they were very close throughout their childhood. Like sisters basically. So her not going to the bachelorette party would make her cousin really upset. Uraraka just couldn't pass on it, the location wasn't really her choice.
She also happened to not have an excuse, but she was a pro hero and that complicated things for Uravity's public image. Someone as well known as Uraraka is, going to a strip club could make her look bad; even if she thought it was shitty for the media to bash sex workers and the places they worked at. She had contradicting feelings on the matter. On one hand if people want to do it then that's great, if single people want to pay for a sex worker's services then that's great too. However, prostitution, exploitation, trafficking, and minors ending up in sex work was a rampant problem. Uraraka herself has helped protect people working the streets and has arrested them when she's had to.
So every sex worker she encounters, she always has to worry if they're doing it because they want to or if they are being manipulated and exploited. Feelings aside, Public Relations would absolutely put Uraraka in the metaphorical dog house, right next to Bakugou, if she made another wrong move. She’s already halfway there after last week’s incident. A stupid reporter decided it was a good idea to trash talk Midoriya in front of her and well, Uraraka decked the guy. Did he deserve it? Yes. Did she mean it? Yes. Did she feel sorry? No; but was she usually that aggressive? Also no. Uraraka was just really stressed and overworked. Maybe she also needed to stop hanging out with Bakugou so much.
Either way, she was on thin ice for that. She decided to just be careful and have a good time. Uraraka tried to keep her image clean and innocent even though she worked for Bakugou's agency. She wasn't that interested in any of the workers anyway. So being the drink getter while the rest of the party enjoyed whatever sexy man they ordered a lap dance from was good enough for Uraraka. She won’t have to pay for it so not why run up the tab for them? When they got to the place, the bridesmaids were oohing and aahing. This would be so much more fun with her girlfriends, she thought. Asui, Hagakure, Ashido, Jirou, and Yaoyorozu weren't exactly the type to visit a place like this, but they would have a fun time either way.
Uraraka tried not to sigh when she looked around the joint. It was nice, sleek, with lots of neon lights and a few stages for dancers. There were a lot of male customers and apparently other types of workers. Most were also men, but there were a few women and some nonbinary people from what she could tell. She saw one of the workers had “nonbinary bussy” sequined on the ass of their already tight underwear when they walked past the bridal group. Uraraka's cousin and other family members went towards a reserved section and started the party. She had to excuse herself when a buff looking man said he had to “arrest them” and that “they have the right to remain sexy.”
It almost made her barf at how cringe it was; not to mention, he kind of looked like Commissioner Tsukauchi, but she appreciated the commitment to the bit. Uraraka got to the main bar, a counter that was a shiny black, with glass shelves on the wall behind it holding various bottles of alcohol. The bartender was an average sized lady in a flame themed bikini. She was very beautiful with her short curly hair and dark complexion, contrasting the orange hues of her skimpy outfit, but she wasn't really Uraraka's type. She sat on the plush stool and ordered a bloody mary for herself from the pretty lady. It was cool and went down easily when she took her first sip.
Uraraka liked this kind of drink more than any other kind. She could hear her cousin and their other female family members squeal at something from across the joint. It made her roll her eyes. This was going to be a long night so Uraraka ordered herself another bloody mary then the other drink requests finally. The party went on, but eventually her cousin, the one getting married soon, walked up to her. Uraraka had returned to the bar where she was babysitting her third drink of the night while admiring the bartender. Maybe she was her type after all. Uraraka wasn’t one to get drunk so she had just been sipping here and there. It was already eleven though, and she wanted to leave.
However, she was staying to support her cousin who was currently grinning at her. “I got you something since you’re my favorite cousin.” The younger said in a sing-song tone that was lined with mischief. “They have a gift shop here?” Uraraka questioned sarcastically as she looked around. Her partially drunk cousin shook her head with a giggle. “No dummy, it's a private dance.” She whispered loudly over the music. There was a woman dancing on the main stage with a guy and well, the pole. While the thought was nice there was another problem now. There always was. “You know I can’t do that. Being here is already enough to “stain my reputation.” The hero commission will have my head if they find out I’m having a private show with some sex worker.” Uraraka explained with a worried frown.
Her cousin sighed, dramatically tilting her head back. “Okay first, you sound dangerously close to shaming exotic dancers for doing their job.” She then slung her arm over Uraraka's shoulders who shook her head. “I didn’t mean it like that. It's just that the commission is just strict. I have to keep up appearances.” She told her. It was an image she created for herself, but sometimes it was a burden to always pretend to be prim and proper. Her cousin rolled her eyes. “And it’s under my name so it’s not attached to you at all. I’ll even go up there with you to help cover so you can have a good time.” She smiled. When Uraraka didn’t immediately give in she pushed more.
“It’s just one private dance, Ochako. Live a little, you're twenty five.” The younger told her. Uraraka sighed again and downed the rest of her drink. Clearly her cousin could tell she wasn't having a good time and was just trying to help. So what the hell, right? Uraraka has always been a good little hero and she saved people every damn day without expecting anything in return. Why can’t she loosen up a bit? Let her guard down? In the words of her best guy friend (other than Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki) Bakugou Katsuki “Fuck the hero commission.” He said that right to Hawks’ face once. The shocked expression he made had her laughing so hard she doubled over, but Midoriya panicked and tried to come up with a defense for his actions.
They were so young back then. The agency had just started. Now she was twenty five, doing a bunch of side stuff and still lonely at the end of the day. “Alright, what room?” Uraraka conceded and her cousin grinned. “You’re gonna love this!” She said so confidently. Uraraka just hoped it was anyone but a man that her cousin paid for. Ending the night with a pretty girl would definitely make her week.
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Uraraka did not love this. The room was pink and red. Decorated like the valentines day section of a store threw up all over it. Petals trailed from the door to the bed that was heart shaped with red velvet covers. On the left bedside table were two glass flutes that sat next to a bottle of champagne dunked in an ice bucket. All of it sat on a chrome tray. The only lighting in the room came from the sconces with red shades that flanked each side of the bed's tufted pink headboard. Above all of it was a mirror attached to the ceiling. The sensual music playing quietly from the radio on the other bedside table was supposed to set the mood, but Uraraka wasn't a fan of Valentine's day.
Not since the war. Uraraka scrunched her nose, but she went to sit on the edge of the bed that she hoped was clean. Her cousin already returned to her party. Across from Uraraka was a small stage with a chrome pole bolted from floor to ceiling and behind it was another mirror that replaced the wall. How embarrassing. Do people really like to watch themselves this much? Uraraka could see herself, because obviously, and she realized how tired she looked. How drained. It was no one's fault but her own. Still after all these years she never stopped working. Charity work, volunteering, teaching, hero work, each of her days were filled. The only people that worked as much as she did were Bakugou and Midoriya.
Now instead of raising money for a good cause, serving at a soup kitchen, helping the next generation hone their quirks, or saving people from a burning building, she's sitting in a grimy, but not the worst place she's been, strip club back room for whatever her cousin ordered. Maybe she should just leave. It's not like it'll matter. Surely, the person will still get paid. Uraraka sighed, rubbing a hand over her face, careful of where she touched so as to not mess up her messily done makeup. When had she become so empty? The door opened before she could make a decision and she looked up to see a curvy woman dressed in red lacy lingerie and tall chunky pink heels.
Uraraka's eyes widened a little. Her cousin must have predicted her preferences pretty well considering she never really talked about them. The woman was very pretty, her body soft in all the right places, and accentuated by the lace of the skimpy lingerie. As Uraraka's eyes wandered up the other's body to her face she was immediately stunned. As was the other who was staring at her with familiar yellow eyes. Uraraka shot up off the bed. “Hi- Himiko?” She asked and the other blushed, stepping into the room to shut the door quickly. “I'm not Himiko anymore.” She said with a look of guilt. That must be why her hair is black instead of blonde. “What?” Uraraka was completely confused.
How, why, for how long? So many questions ran through her mind. Toga looked down. “I'll just go. I can make sure you get a refund.” She said moving to leave, but Uraraka grabbed Toga's arm before she could escape. “No!” She said then jerked her hand away when she realized how she sounded. “I- I’m sorry! I just… how are you here? You… you died.” Uraraka said, feeling her eyes well up. She remembered it like it was yesterday. She woke up in the hospital and when she asked her parents about Toga they said she didn't make it. That she died on the helicopter. Uraraka was so devastated she went into a coma for an extra week. Not to mention the amount of guilt she had.
Toga's eyes softened. “I didn't. Hawks gave me a second chance. When I woke up in the hospital, he told me I had two choices. I could spend the rest of my life in Tartarus or get help and start a new life. I chose a new life in a place I'd never thought you'd find me. I'm sorry.” She said but the other hugged her abruptly. Then Uraraka remembered her state of dress and blushed, pulling back. “A new life?” Toga nodded. “Yeah I'm Kimiko. Real original, huh?” She giggled so sweetly. Uraraka missed the sound so much. She looked at the other again. “And you work here?” She questioned. How long was she right under Uraraka's nose? Why didn't Hawks tell her. Toga sighed a little.
“This place is filled with so much love and lust. I can even use my quirk if I'm careful and my partner consents to it. It's everything I want. Not the most upstanding job by most people's standards, but I make money and it's not so bad.” She shrugged. Uraraka “I understand. As long as you like it and you're not being hurt then that's all that matters.” She wanted to stay close to her but kept her distance. Toga smiled again. “I knew you would get it. You always understood me better than other people.” She said. Uraraka did get it, but that didn't mean she could forget Toga was here. Of all the strip joints in all the towns in all of Japan she walked into this one. How can she go back to how things were?
How can she pretend Toga isn't here? “Do you still want your dance? You can decline and ask for a refund if you don't.” Toga informed. Uraraka immediately moved to let her further into the room. “Sorry, I was just so shocked to see you.” She said not wanting the other to walk out of her life again. Uraraka wouldn't be able to handle it. “That's okay. Why don't you go sit back down?” Toga placed her hands on Uraraka's upper arms to urge her then let go. The shorter nodded robotically and went to the bed. Toga walked towards the beside table with the radio on it and sat her bag down. Uraraka blushed, seeing her butt that wasn't covered at all by the red G-string, when she bent over.
Her brain went back online and remembered what she was doing. “Wait, you don't have to do anything. We can just talk.” She said, but Toga smiled sweetly as she over her shoulder. “That's very sweet of you ‘Chakochan, but I would like to serve you tonight.” She replied with a dangerous twinkle in her eye that made Uraraka's cheeks flush even more. “Um okay.” She nodded, swallowing hard. Would it be bad to deny her? Toga put down her bag then messed with the radio before she headed to the pole across from Uraraka in front of the wall length mirror. She had a remote in her hand and she clicked a button then tossed it to the side.
The music changed started to float through the room as Uraraka looked from the radio to Toga who just stood with her back to the pole. Uraraka gulped a little trying to focus. “I, I, I wanna feel, feel, feel. Wanna taste, taste, taste, wanna get you going. I, I, I wanna lay, lay, lay. Wanna string, string, string, wanna make you mine.” The artist sang in English. Then Toga's eyes opened and Uraraka jolted. The other's hands moved towards her head to hold it. “Step inside my mind, you can see the shrine.” Her hands moved away from her head to gesture at the expanse of the room. “Got you on my walls, believe it.” Toga winked then she shook her head. “Baby, don't be scared, want you everywhere.” Her hands moved down her sides to her hips then jerked them forward grabbing at nothing in front of her.
“Catch you if you fall, I mean it.” Toga nodded slowly. She stepped off the platform swaying her hips with each word. “Closer I get.” Uraraka blushed again as she approached, almost feeling intimidated. Toga then slid her hands up her stomach and over her chest. “Can you resist?” She stopped in front of Uraraka to slide her hands back down towards her crotch which made the brunette flustered. “It's relentless. It's why.” Toga straddled her easily, making Uraraka gasp and leaned back on her hands. “I wanna feel the rush.” Toga cupped her face then slid her tongue along her teeth highlighting her sharp canine as she grinned. “I wanna taste the crush, I wanna get you going.”
She then shoved Uraraka's back to the bed. “I wanna lay you down.” The brunette squeaked with a slight bounce. “H- Himiko.” Uraraka said, embarrassed. However, the music continued as Toga grabbed her wrists and crossed them above her head, careful of her fingers. “I wanna string you out, I wanna make you mine.” Golden yellow eyes looked directly into chocolate brown ones as she hovered over Uraraka. “I wanna feel the rush.” Toga let go to cup her face again while the other didn't move. “I wanna taste the crush, I wanna feel.” She leaned down until their noses almost touched. Uraraka felt like her heart stopped and she didn't even breathe. “I wanna lay you down.”
Toga's hands moved, gliding down the column of the brunette's neck, around her chest, and down her sides. “I wanna string you out, I wanna make you mine.” The other stopped where her own knees were blocking the way to Uraraka's hips. Then like an acrobat Toga leaned backwards until she was falling to her hands on the floor and swiftly back flipped to her feet again. “I, I, I wanna feel, feel, feel.” She walked back towards the stage swaying her hips with each word again. “Wanna taste, taste, taste, wanna get you going.” She grabbed the pole and looked at Uraraka who had sat up with a surprised expression. She felt so frazzled. Like they just made out or something, but they most certainly hadn't.
“I, I, I wanna lay, lay, lay.” Toga swung around the pole until her back gently met the ground then she arched it to sit back up and lean against the pole spreading her legs. “Wanna string, string, string, wanna make you mine.” Grabbing the pole above her head and pushing off the ground with her heart-shaped platform heels. She slid up the pole until she was standing again. “Make you mine.” Her sharp eyes landed on Uraraka again. With one hand still on the pole, the other slid down her body again. Over her breast, down her stomach to her mons pubis. “(Can't you feel the rush?).” Then it diverted its path as she turned around to run it up the swell of her ass. “(Can't you feel the rush?).”
Her hand continued its way around her hip and back up her stomach. “(Can't you feel the rush?).” Toga turned around to face Uraraka and threw a hand out like she was going to grab her. “Make you mine.” Her other hand covered her heart as she smiled her sharp grin and the music cut. The room was quiet other than the Toga's breathing from the workout. Uraraka was so stunned by the whole thing. Not to mention very turned on. Like incredibly turned on. She might even be a little wet. Who knew? Toga then blushed. “Did you not like it?” She asked when he garnered no reaction. Uraraka was knocked out of her thoughts as she stood up. “No, it was great! I just… I um.” She floundered.
“Himiko, am I allowed to kiss you?” Uraraka asked as she put her head down. She didn't know the rules of this place and didn't want to get the other in trouble. However, she heard heavy footsteps make their way to her. A soft hand cupped her face again and lifted it. “If I consent to it.” Toga replied. Uraraka's heart throbbed. “Th- then can I?” She asked her. The other. “If you didn't after all that it would be like stomping all over my heart.” Uraraka shook her head. “I would never do that to you.” She retorted. Toga giggled, but nodded. “I know. You're just too sweet. Like milk chocolate!” The brunette glanced away. This was her chance. She can't let it go again.
Uraraka looked at the other again and surged forward until their lips met like two puzzle pieces fitting together to complete the picture. It wasn't her younger self's fantasy of how a romantic kiss should go, her first kiss had been taken long ago, but this was just fine. Better even since it felt so right. So perfect. They pulled back after a moment and Toga flushed. “I love you so much ‘Chako!” She said so freely. Uraraka couldn't help but smile too. “Does that mean I can see you again?” She asked and got a nod in return. “I can do a house call if you want.” Toga grinned. Uraraka looked surprised. “You do that?” Toga only grinned. “Only for you silly.” She bopped her nose.
“Oh. Then yeah if you can fit me in your schedule. I have to know how you got so flexible. I definitely need some tips.” Uraraka joked, but Toga put her arms around her neck lazily. “I can show you just how flexible I am on our date.” She said slyly. “Y- yeah. On our date.” Uraraka very much agreed. This was the best Valentine's Day ever.