AN: Hello! Welcome to my story! I appreciate you for taking the time to read this and will always be accepting of critique's that will help improve my writing :) With that said please note the following - this is 100% Kacchako so if you don't like the pairing then I don't recommend this story. Background Pairings will probably come out as I progress the story. There will be no bashing of characters, it's just not my style. This is first and foremost a story about a girl discovering herself in her teen years - likes, dislikes, wants, goals, etc. Lord Explosion Murder will help her along the way.

This fic is meant to be light and fun. There will probably be slight angst here and there (because teenagers) but I just kind of wanted to have some fun and I hope you all can join me :)

This will get lemon-y so, if it is not your cup of tea, then I would not read this. I will attempt to make warnings at the beginning of chapters but this is my overarching warning - There will be cussing and there will be sex. With that said, enjoy!

NOTE: This chapter contains an excerpt 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). Side note - if ya'll like smut super highly suggest any of her books :)

Chapter 1

Uraraka walked around aimlessly. She and Mina had wandered into a bookstore at the mall to kill some time while the rest of the girls in 1-A were still looking for the "perfect" dress for the end of the year party that U.A. was hosting for all its students.

Uraraka had felt a little wary about the shopping excursion at the beginning. She had money saved and she could afford to splurge a little, but it still felt wrong. Uncomfortable. It wasn't like her family was dirt poor; they simply had to be a bit more conscientious about how and when they spent their money. To her parents' credit they tried really hard not to let their family's financial burdens permeate into her life, but the older she got the more she began to understand. It was the brief hesitation when she would ask for something, not on the grocery list or the deep, tense breaths she'd hear her father make near the end of each month when he thought no one could hear him.

As she grew older, she learned how to stretch her money and save as much as possible. Working so hard to save made it even harder to spend.

She could recall how all the girls had screeched when Aizawa-sensei had informed Class 1-A about the upcoming end of year party. Mina and Hagakure immediately declared the girls would need a shopping trip. Uraraka had laughed at the moment, the surrounding excitement mirrored her own, but in her mind, she had already decided she would put together as fancy of an outfit from what she already owned.

Uraraka had attempted declining the girls' insistence she joins their female-only shopping trip but it was really difficult to say no to Mina and Momo. They could be fiercely persistent when they wanted to be. In the end, she accepted. Ultimately, coming to the mall didn't mean she had to buy anything. And she did think it would be fun to see her friends try on clothes.

They had arrived at the mall and despite her best efforts to let herself have fun with her friends, she was still feeling a bit anxious. Thankfully, most of the girls hadn't noticed; not because they didn't care about her, simply, the excitement surrounding the whole outing was exponential. It was easy to get enraptured into something as normal as a school dance after the school year they were all close to completing. And what a year they had. Her friends deserved this distraction.

Tsu noticed though. Of course, she did.

"Chacko-chan" She had croaked, giving her a warm smile. Reminding Uraraka that she was there for her. Uraraka took a deep breath before returning the smile. She was determined to have a good time.

After some harmless meandering and window-shopping, Momo had dragged the group of female heroes in training to a department store in the middle of the mall. Momo must have dome some pretty hefty damage in prior visits judging by the reaction of the store employees. At the sight of the tall and regal teenager, they practically stumbled over themselves to attend to her, eyes gleaming with excitement. They immediately began fussing over her, "Yaoyorozu-sama's" began raining all over the place.

Momo approached the overenthusiastic store employees and spoke to them in a hushed voice. As she began to turn around to face her friends the employees scattered behind her and began grabbing dresses in a whirlwind. A couple of other employees raced towards the back and began preparing the dressing room area with light snacks and refreshments. Uraraka found it impressive how a human being could move that quickly.

Momo turned to find the rest of the 1A girls giving each other confused looks.

"I know some of you might protest but please let me do this." She said, smiling sheepishly at all of them, "I am just very thankful to have met you girls and I just really want to do this."

The 1A girls kept looking from Momo to each other, trying hard to decipher what the creation-quirk user was referring too.

"If it makes you feel uncomfortable please let me know but I would like for all of you to pick any dress you want and put it on the Yaoyorozu account." She said looking down, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.

A collective gasp traveled through the rest of the 1A girls followed immediately by a barrage of protests - "Momo-chan you don't have too!" "Momo-chan this is sweet but it's not necessary!" "You don't need to buy us dresses!"

Despite her face flushing, Momo smiled at all of them before speaking again, "I know I don't have too but I really want too. I spoke to Father and Mother and they have agreed. Like I said, I know I don't have too and I know you girls don't expect me too but that's exactly why I want to do this. I want all of us to have our dream dress for this dance!" She beamed at them. Her excitement and warmth were impossible to evade and little by little the girls began showering her with sincere gratitude.

Uraraka had remained quiet. When all the girls lunged forward to go find that dream dress, she lingered behind. Momo approached her and extended her hand with a smile.

"Uraraka, if it makes you uncomfortable I swear I won't be offended." Her eyes showed the sincerity behind her words.

Uraraka smiled at her friend. "I know Momo-chan." She took her hand and they walked further into the store. Uraraka had decided that she would accept the gift but she was determined on buying the cheapest but cutest thing she could find. And she found the perfect dress in the sales rack. She tried it on for her friends and let the "oohs" and "aahs" and the crude but funny comments from Mina envelop her until she couldn't remember why she had been so apprehensive of the shopping trip in the first place.

She was the first one to finish and purchase her dress. Momo had insisted on finding the perfect shoes and accessories but Uraraka politely, but firmly, declined. Momo didn't push her.

Mina was the second girl to purchase her dress and she joined Uraraka at the sofas near the dressing rooms. Most of the girls were still on the floor of the store gathering their selections.

"Chako-chan," Mina said suddenly, "I'm bored just waiting here. Let's walk around."

And so they did. They walked down the aisle of stores until they wandered into a bookstore that was close-by.

Both girls walked up and down the aisles. Uraraka would pick up a book here and there, turn to a random page and read. She wasn't necessarily an avid reader, but she enjoyed books. They provided a bit of much-needed escapism every now and then.

Despite the saying, Uraraka very much judged books by their covers. It had begun years ago and she didn't know why she did it but it was fun. She would try to pay no attention to the genres listed above the aisles as she roamed around, once she found a book that called her attention, usually by the cover, she would pick it up and read a paragraph or two. If she liked it enough she would buy it. She hardly bought any of the books but it was always fun.

Uraraka turned and saw Mina on the other side of the store by the CD's and Records. Alright, let's play. She thought to herself with mischievous glee. Uraraka walked further into the stacks. She stopped in one of the empty aisles and turned around. She looked at all the books. This game was about first impressions. No thinking. Her eyes landed on a book. It was an all-black cover with two cherries in the middle. She grabbed it before she could read anything about it, no author, no title.

She opened the book and began to read.

She gasped sharply, and she yanked her head up to stare at Damon. "I don't understand."

He raised one brow as he studied her intently. "Don't you?"

"Why?" she demanded.

If he'd intended to catch her completely off guard, he'd certainly succeeded.

She was so rattled that her hands were shaking, and sweat beaded her forehead.

"Why not?" he asked calmly.

"Don't play with me. This wasn't our agreement."

"Our agreement was that you wanted me to find a suitable man for a sexual fantasy situation. I'm that man. I don't see the problem." He leaned forward in his seat and pinned her with his stare. "Would you prefer a complete stranger take you and possess you? If we had not met as we did, if someone else had set up our meeting, would you object to my being the man who controls your fantasy?"

"But why?" she whispered. "Why didn't you volunteer from the get go?"

"I didn't know you were the woman," he said simply. "When I found out, I knew I had to be the one to have you."

She gawked like a moron, her lips parted in shock. "You want me?"

"Why does that surprise you? You're a beautiful woman, Serena. I wanted you from the moment you walked into the restaurant. After I read your eloquent letter and saw who had written it, there was never any question as to whether I would step forward. No other man will have you."

Warmth sizzled through her abdomen, burning a path to her groin.

Her clit pulsed and throbbed, and her nipples hardened until they ached.

His vow whispered through her ears until it rebounded and echoed, seductive and alluring.

There was raw arrogance in his expression.

Confidence.

More than that, there was knowledge.

Power.

She craved it with her entire being.

Wanted it and him more than she'd wanted anything else, and all she had to do was reach out and take it.

Uraraka felt the heat rise to her face. She was positive she looked redder than the cherries on the cover. She closed the book immediately and dropped it to the floor as if simply touching the cover could burn her up more than she already was.

She took three soothing breaths, trying to regain some composure.

She wasn't a child anymore. She knew what sex was but she had never felt what she felt reading those words. The tenuous grasp she had on her composure evaporated.

Walk away! Walk away! She was getting flustered just thinking about it. She hurried out of the aisle and looked up at the genre. "Romance" it read.

She tried to play her game with some other books but her brain just wouldn't cooperate. 5 minutes and about 10 books later and the words continued to replay in her mind. Her heart began its racing, almost as if it wanted to run all the way back to that aisle. A small but very determined voice kept telling her to go back. Keep reading. It scared her.

Uraraka needed space to help settle her nerves and think clearly again. She turned the corner of the aisle she had been in and saw Mina purchasing something at the counter. Uraraka quickly walked towards the exit to wait for her. She needed to get the heck away from that book.

Thoughts of the book brought the all to familiar feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks again. Not again! She groaned.

"Chako-chan," she smiled as she approached, "Woah girl are you okay?" She said still smiling but her eyes were showing concern.

Uraraka erupted into confused sputtering. "Ay-uhm! Haha, yes -uhm! Fine. I'm fine." She sputtered and continued to laugh uncomfortably.

Mina gave her a skeptical look.

Get it together Ochako! She scolded herself. She gave Mina a sheepish smile before speaking again. "I'm fine."

"Uhm, well okay if you say so." Mina spoke with a slight drawl, "Wanna head back?"

Uraraka nodded and let Mina take her hand as they walked back to the store.

She really tried to continue with the fun but she just couldn't get the scene she had read out of her head. She felt so guilty and naughty, she would erupt into a blush when anyone would ask her what was wrong.

They arrived back to the dorms an hour or so before dinner but Uraraka was not in the mood to socialize. She gave her friends a feeble excuse and retired to her room under the excuse of taking a nap. After multiple failed attempts to quiet her mind and go to sleep, she let out an exasperated sigh.

She looked at her clock. It was still half an hour until dinner. She usually showered before bed, but maybe a shower was what she needed to relax and finally wash away the day. Tomorrow was Monday and as the school year approached its end, Aizawa-sensei was piling it on harder. She needed her sleep.

Uraraka grabbed her shower things and made her way to her bedroom door. As she stepped outside her foot landed on an uneven surface. She took a jump back and looked down at her feet.

It was a book. Someone had placed it in a tan-ish book cover and placed it at the entrance of Uraraka's room.

She leaned down to pick it up and inspect it. She opened up the first page.

Maya Banks

Sweet Persuasion

Her stomach fell and her heart began to race. Uraraka hadn't known the name of the book or the author but something in her gut told her this was it.

She removed the cover with slightly shaky fingers.

Two red cherries dangling in front of an all-black cover.

She entered her room in a hurry, still holding on to the book and closed her door with more force than intended.

Uraraka threw the book on her bed and stared at it for a couple of seconds.

She could feel the anticipation and adrenaline course her body causing a small giggle to escape her lips. Goodness, why was she so giddy? I'm 16!

It's not like she was a prude per se. Uraraka had seen a couple of sex scenes in movies and TV shows (that she definitely shouldn't have been watching but oh well). But something about reading them, having her mind create such vivid scenes felt...scandalous. Salacious even.

But she was curious. And not necessarily just about the story. Uraraka was curious about sex and she couldn't think of a better, safer, less embarrassing way to do it.

With the book cover, no one would know. Not really.

Uraraka threw a quick glance at her clock. She had about 10 minutes left until dinner.

She worried at her lip for a bit before making up her mind. With newfound determination, she sat in her bed and grabbed the book, wrapping it in the tan cover once more.

For the next 10-ish minutes UA's bubbly little Uraraka Ochako, the sweet and innocent girl that everyone around her saw, began reading her first erotic book.