Author's Note:
Hello!
Welcome to my story!
I appreciate you for taking the time to read this and will always be accepting of critiques that will help improve my writing :) Please follow me on Twitter HighlyGlam for story updates and previews.
This is 100% a Kacchako fic, so if you don't like the pairing then I don't recommend continuing to read this story. Background pairings have been tagged but the main focus will be on Bakugo and Uraraka. 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.
A couple of housekeeping author notes regarding the universe of this story -
1. I will be including excerpts from various books, most prominently from the novel titled Sweet Persuasion by Maya Banks. Moving forward, I will include an Author's Note at the beginning of any chapter where a book is quoted, but for this chapter, consider this as the notice.
2. I have embedded pictures throughout the chapters. These pictures are meant to help you visualize the scene or the mood of the passage. It will not always be an exact match to what is being written but I hope they help provide a more immersive experience :) You can find most pictures + extra inspo on my Pinterest account HighlyGlamorous9. If you would like to read this story without photos embedded then please find "Firsts" on Fanfiction dot Net. I'm there as HighlyGlamorous as well.
3. The school year in my world breaks up as follows - School years begin in January, with the first semester running from January to June. Students have all of July as summer vacation and their second semester goes from August to December. 2-week breaks are provided at the end of April and the end of December. Essentially, I did a weird mix between U.S. schooling and Japanese schooling (where school typically starts in April).
4. This story has taken around three years to complete (and it's still a work in progress lol) which means that when I began writing this story in 2020, we were in a very different spot in the manga. Clearly, a lot has occurred in cannon in the last three years. One benefit of taking this long to complete the story is that now I have a lot more source material to pull from. And I will, but only as far as it fits my story (this is fanfiction after all). Therefore, although some scenes might be familiar, they may not turn out as you expect them to.
5. (and finally!) this fic is meant to be light-hearted and fun. There will probably be slight angst because, well, teenagers, but I just kind of wanted to have some fun and I hope you all can join me. With that said, please pay attention to the rating/tags. This story contains cussing, underage drinking, and explicit descriptions of sex. I will make content warnings at the beginning of chapters as needed but consider this my overarching warning.
With that said, I hope you enjoy it!
"I have never been in love before…You're my first, and you'll be my only one. " Uraraka read to herself quietly.
She had spent the last couple of minutes wandering around the small bookstore at the end of the mall she and Mina had wandered into. The rest of the 1-A girls were still shopping for the "perfect" dress for the end-of-the-year party that U.A. was hosting for all its students.
Uraraka recalled how the girls had squealed with excitement when Aizawa-sensei had informed Class 1-A about it. Mina and Hagakure had declared that the 1-A girls would need a shopping trip as soon as Aizawa-sensei had left them. Uraraka had laughed warmly, the surrounding enthusiasm mirroring her own, but she had already decided that she did not, in fact, need to go shopping. She would assemble an outfit from what she already owned.
Uraraka had attempted to decline the girls' insistence that she join their female-only shopping trip, but it could be challenging to say no to Mina and Momo. They could be fiercely persistent when they wanted to be.
She did have a bit of money saved, and she could afford to splurge a little, but it still felt wrong. Spending unnecessarily made her uncomfortable. It wasn't like her family was dirt poor; they simply had to be more conscientious about how and when they spent their money. To her parents' credit, they tried hard not to let their family's financial burdens permeate her life, but the older she got, the more she began to understand. It was in the brief hesitation when she would ask for something that hadn't been on the grocery list or in 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 began to learn how to stretch her money and save as much as possible. Working so hard to save made it even harder to spend. Especially on something as frivolous as a new dress. However, in the end, Uraraka accepted. Going to the mall didn't mean she had to buy anything. Besides, it would be fun to see her friends try on clothes. They hadn't been able to do normal teenage stuff in a while and they more than deserved it.
After some harmless meandering and window-shopping, Momo dragged the group of female heroes-in-training to a department store in the middle of the mall. Momo must have done some pretty hefty damage in prior visits judging by the reaction of the store employees. At the sight of the tall, regal teenager, they practically stumbled all over themselves to be the first 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 rushed whisper. As soon as Momo turned to face her friends, the employees scattered behind her like dominos 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.
The 1A girls were all giving each other confused looks at what had just happened before landing on Momo. She grabbed a strand of her long hair and started twisting it in her finger as she smiled at them sheepishly, "I know some of you might protest but please let me do this." She took a deep breath before continuing, "I am just very thankful to have met you girls and I just really, really, want to do this."
The 1A girls kept looking from Momo to each other, each trying to see if the other had figured out what the creation-quirk user was referring to.
"If it makes you feel uncomfortable please let me know I promise I won't get offended, 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 leaving her hair and playing with the hem of her shirt instead.
A collective gasp traveled through the rest of the 1-A girls followed immediately by a barrage of protests.
Despite her face flushing, Momo smiled at all of them before speaking again, "I know I don't have to, but I really want to. I spoke to Father and Mother and they have agreed. Like I said, I know I don't have to and I know you girls don't expect me to 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 gave her friend a genuine smile. "I know Momo-chan."
She took her hand and they walked further into the store. Uraraka had decided she would accept the gift but was determined on buying the cheapest thing she could find (that was still cute of course).
After some time, Uraraka found just that. The perfect dress, cute, trendy, and most importantly, on 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 about the shopping trip in the first place.
She was the first one to finish and purchase her dress. Momo had insisted on having Uraraka find the perfect shoes and accessories to go with it, but Uraraka politely declined. Momo didn't push her.
Mina was the second girl to purchase her dress and 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."
So they did.
The two girls walked down the aisle of stores until they wandered into a bookstore close by.
Both girls walked up and down the aisles. At some point, Mina separated, finding the CD and Record's section more interesting than the Sci-Fi and Fantasy section they had been walking through.
Uraraka wasn't necessarily an avid reader, but she enjoyed books. They provided a bit of much-needed escapism 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 zero 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 a fun way to kill time.
Uraraka turned and saw Mina was still on the other side of the store perusing the impressive selection of vinyl. She was pretty sure Mina didn't own a record player but she seemed enthralled by them at the moment and Uraraka wasn't going to be the one to remind her she had nothing to play them with.
Besides with Mina distracted Uraraka could play her game. She walked further into the stacks and stopped once she found an empty aisle. Uraraka turned and quickly glanced through the rows of 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 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 as if simply touching the cover could burn her up more than she currently 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."
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 racing, almost as if it wanted to run 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-familiar feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks again. Not again! She groaned.
"Chako-chan."
Mina's sudden appearance made Uraraka jump like a startled cat.
"Woah girl, easy." Mina giggled, "You okay?" She said smiling but Uraraka could see a little bit of concern in her black and yellow eyes.
"Ay-uhm! Haha, yes -uhm! Fine. I'm fine." Uraraka stuttered, trying but failing to sound normal.
Mina shot her a skeptical look but said nothing.
Get it together Ochako! She scolded herself. Deep breaths.
"I'm fine." Uraraka said finally sounding somewhat normal, "I promise."
"Ooookay if you say so." Mina shrugged her shoulders and went back to smiling at the anti-gravity quirk user, "Wanna head back?"
Uraraka nodded and let Mina take her hand as they walked back to the store.
She 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 at 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 at the entrance of Uraraka's room.
She leaned down to pick it up and inspect it. She opened up the first page.
Her stomach fell.
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 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.