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 2

Two more weeks.

Two more weeks before they were let off on a break.

One and a half more weeks of schooling. Then exams. Then freedom, brief freedom, but freedom nonetheless.

After that, they will return to UA as Second-Year students.

Two more weeks.

I can do this! Uraraka thought to herself with determination.

It had been five days since the book mysteriously appeared at her door. Mysteriously was a strong word. She was fairly certain who and how. If she had had any doubts the mischievous looks Mina shot her all throughout dinner were enough to solidify the answer.

Uraraka just pretended nothing had happened. It's not that she was ashamed about it, not fully, not in the real definition of the word. It was more like...well...it was nobody's damn business what she chose to read in the confines of her room.

Three full days and she had only been able to read about three pages.

As expected her teachers were really laying it down. Friday arrived covered in a whirlwind of reviews and practice tests and training. She wouldn't get to bed until late, late at night. She had tried to pick up the book and read but her eyes would close before she even got through a sentence.

Every night before the dark comfort of sleep pulled over her, her mind would fantasize about how the scene she had read earlier that week played out.

Every night she would dream about it.

And every morning she would wake up more and more annoyed.

If she could just finish the book maybe this weird obsession would dissipate.

She set her alarm extra early that Friday. She usually woke up around 7 a.m, which was plenty of time to get ready, eat breakfast, and make it to homeroom. But Uraraka was determined to read at least a full chapter today.

When her phone alarm blared at her at 5:00 a.m. she almost shut it down and went back to sleep. Almost.

She got up and took herself and her book to the common room. She was positive if she remained in her bed she would knock out and that would defeat the point of waking up this early in the first place.

She walked towards the little kitchen area and put water into the kettle. She turned on the stovetop and began to heat up her water. She then hopped on to the counter next to the stovetop to wait for it to boil.

Okay, now where did I leave off? Uraraka opened the book to the beginning and began scanning the words.

Here it is! She reread a couple of the prior sentences -

Serena rolled her eyes and got down off the table to go dress. "Trust me. It's not that juicy, Julie. As if anything in my boring-ass life would be.

Julie studied her with a speculative stare. "Oh, I don't know Serena. It's always the boring ones who turn out to have the most shocking secrets."

Uraraka found that she very much liked the common room at this hour. It was quiet. Calm. Spacious.

She was used to being crowded. Her family home had been small. She loved it, but as she grew older she would have liked a bit more space. More privacy. Even the dorms were kind of cramped. The walls thin.

She gave a quick glance around and returned to her book. Similar to the first and second times she had opened it up, it had enraptured her. She couldn't read fast enough, her eyes taking in the words hungrily. The story, the characters, all of it, was so captivating.

She continued reading -

"...Other people's fantasies are so...normal compared to mine. My mother would have heart failure if she knew the girl she'd raised to be a self-sufficient, depend-on-no-man-for-your-security, successful businesswoman secretly fantasized about being a man's sex slave."

A what! Uraraka could feel the heat rush to her face. The kettle sang next to her, making her jump. She quickly turned off the heat and jumped off the counter.

Uraraka stared at the book before making her tea. She gathered her cup, her blanket, and her book, and went to sit on the couch.

Sex slave.

Yup, she read that correctly. There it was printed on the page.

She would never, ever, EVER admit this to anyone but the thought didn't necessarily repulse her. It's not like that's what she wanted. Or better, she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. Sexually or otherwise.

She'd never really gotten that far with anyone. Uraraka had kissed before. Pecks mostly. She remembered her first tongue-kiss. It was in middle school, she had been 13 and she had gone in for a peck and he had gone in tongue first. It was awkward and there were a lot of teeth clacking. She remembered that. The teeth. Mostly because he accidentally cut her lip. Yup, nothing like a loud yelp and a little blood to kill the mood.

And that was the bulk of her experience.

So she really couldn't sit there and dismiss this whole book because well, she just didn't know enough about her likes and dislikes to say that this wasn't for her.

And it's not like she had to, you know, become a sex slave after reading the book.

Uraraka took a sip of her tea and looked at the time, 5:45 am.

Okay, She thought to herself, I have about an hour of uninterrupted reading time.

With new resolve, she dove back in.

She began consuming page after page. So deep into the story was she that she hadn't heard the front door open and close. Or heard the footsteps approaching the common area where she read on a couch near the kitchen.

How can I explain the urge that overcomes me when I imagine being owned by a man?

Possessed. Cherished and cared for. I

have nothing missing in my life to suggest such a radical desire for sexual slavery.

No deep psychological reasons that feed the appetite for submission. Some things just are, and for me, this is one of them.

She heard the slamming of the refrigerator door at the same time she heard a plate be set on the kitchen counter.

She yelped loudly. The loud noises dragging her to the present. Her heartbeat racing. If she was honest, she felt like she had been caught in the act. She knew the book was covered by the slip, but it still felt like there was a bright neon sign above her glaring "URARAKA IS A PERVERT!"

She turned towards where the noises had come from.

"Bakugo!" She squeaked.

"Shut it Round Face!" He said annoyed, "You're telling me you didn't fucking hear me come in not even a minute ago."

He was no longer looking at her. It looked like he was preparing himself some oatmeal with fruit from the fridge. He touched the kettle that Uraraka had set out and shook it. The water sloshed around and he turned to her.

"This you?" He asked, sounding almost bored.

She nodded. She was too busy willing her heart to beat at a normal rate and her breathing to calm down to hold a conversation.

He turned around and placed the kettle on the stovetop and turned it on. He leaned against the island directly across the stovetop/oven and stared at the kettle. As if he could intimidate the water to boil faster.

"Read your damn book." He snapped at her, never turning around.

Okay, don't panic. He has no idea what you are reading. There's absolutely no way he knows. She tried to talk herself down.

She looked at Bakugo. He was tall. Lean but muscular. He definitely took his training seriously. But well she already knew that.

He was in a white muscle shirt and black joggers. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. It looked like he had just come back from the gym or a run. Knowing him, it was probably both.

She turned towards the clock. It was a little past 6:30 am. She could read a couple more pages and then go to her room to start getting ready.

Okay, where was she -

I gasp for breath and for control, for I have not brought you to completion yet.

My pussy burns as if someone holds a fire to it. Each nerve is so tightly held that any stimulation will be unbearable, I fear.

You fill me again and again, your cock sliding so elegantly across my tongue.

Hell to the no! Uraraka thought in a panic. She could not, would not keep reading this with Bakugo not even ten feet away from her.

She closed the book with a snap and downed the cold remnants of her tea as she got up from the sofa.

She walked towards the kitchen sink to quickly wash her cup. She placed the book next to her. It laid between the sink and the stovetop.

The kettle rang again.

She could feel Bakugo move behind her to turn off the fire and pour his water into his oatmeal. She heard the kettle being placed back down as she finished rinsing the cup.

"What the fuck you reading that's got you're head so far up in the clouds you can't even hear a person walk into a room that's dead quiet." He said in what could only be described as a bored shout. If you asked her, she was pretty sure Bakugo shouted so much because his quirk had probably blown his eardrums.

She felt him move closer to her as she placed the mug back in the cabinet.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him begin to reach towards the book on the counter as if to examine it.

Panic consumed Uraraka and her body moved before her brain could catch up. All she knew was he could NOT look at the book.

Uraraka jumped him. Well, more like she jumped on him, the force of her body colliding against his pushing him back towards the island, and most importantly away from her book.

"WHAT THE FUCK ROUND FACE." He yelled, "GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU DAMN MONKEY!"

Bakugo's arms had caught Uraraka on instinct.

For a split second, she felt herself being carried by Bakugo Katsuki. Lord Explosion Murder himself.

And just as quickly as she jumped on him she jumped off and grabbed her book. She hugged it possessively against her chest. Her face was red as a tomato. Uraraka could hear herself rambling nonsense excuses and weak apologies.

"Oi! Come off it." He said, the contrast in tone stark. He sounded almost...embarrassed. Uraraka stopped her rambling and looked at him. A small tinge of pink flushed his cheeks.

"Just don't fucking do that again you crazy." He sounded bored again. He grabbed his oatmeal and headed in the direction of the showers, already spooning large mouthfuls.

Uraraka let out a deep sigh.

She saw the clock.

6:50 a.m.

She rolled her head from left to right and took one deep calming breath before returning to her room.

So absolutely no more reading in the stupid common room.