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It's not that she doesn't do it at all! Its just that the walls are thin at home! And she's loud. Not too loud but louder than what would be acceptable in the middle of the night when her mom is sleeping next door. So she doesn't do it often. But the dorms...the dorms are a different story. For the first time in...well in ever, she can touch herself freely! Find out what makes herself tick.
The girls are beside themselves when they find out, telling her little tidbits and information.
Yaomomo is even kind enough to create a few, ahem, pleasure toys for her, despite the fact that she really doesn't think its necessary, please stop, why are there four toys, why does that one have beads???
She kindly explains each one.
A regular dildo, a bullet vibrator, a vibrating dildo with beads inside, and a jelly dildo.
And as Izuku stares at them later that night, freshly showered and biting nervously on her bottom lip, she has to admit that the jelly dildo looks...pretty good right about now.
She touches it, gently, with just the tips of her fingers, before gripping it with one hand, just to feel it. Its hefty, and the color is a pretty purple color because Yaomomo said that just because its a sex toy doesn't mean it can't be pretty. Honestly, just the thought of using it is making her a little hot under the towel she was wearing, her pussy wet and getting wetter. And actually touching it isn't helping, but instead has her imagining the weight of it inside her, stuffing her full.
Without a second thought, she's ripping the towel from herself, her nipples atop her small chest hardening immediately in the chill of the air, but she pays it no mind. Instead, she grabs a small packet of lube from her drawer and drizzles it over the fake cock.
She's always been a wet and messy kind of girl, and just the thought of how loud it was gonna be causes her shiver as she positions herself on all fours and attaches the suction cup to the headboard.
The lube is cold, and she gasps as the head of the toy grazes her clit.
But the gasp is soon forgotten, a long, drawn out whine taking its place as she backs up against the toy, swiveling her hips to take it deeper and deeper until its all the way in, the fake balls nestled snugly against her mound. She hasn't even started and she's panting already, the added weight of the toy settling low in her belly, tugging at her arousal in a way that makes her moan aloud as she draws the toy back out again.
It takes her a while to find her rhythm, but she does. A hard but slow pace that will keep her from getting tired too soon, her hips slamming against the headboard in a way that makes her glad she shoved a pillow behind there earlier. She would hate to bother anyone with excessive noise, but honestly it was probably a lost cause, given how loud she's moaning, despite trying to tone down her noises by burying her face in her pillow. But even knowing that, she can't stop herself from slamming back again and again, her wails and cries barely muffled, synchronized with the slick sound of her wet sex.
AND THEN THE DOOR OPENS??
Izuku freezes, literally mid-thrust backwards as she comes face to face with Bakugou, who's face goes slack with shock as he takes in the scene.
Izuku then hears loud laughter, down the hall and getting closer.
"Close the door!" She hisses.
he fumbles for a bit, but finally she lets out a deep sigh of relief as she hears the door close. But...Bakugou is still standing there??
She sits up, detaching quickly from the sex toy with a lewd, wet squelch, a small line of lube dribbling obscenely from the head of the fake cock like pre-cum.
"Kacchan!" She squeaks, grabbing her blanket and pulling it up to her neck, trying desperately to look like he hadn't literally just caught her fucking herself. "W-what are you doing here?"
And oh no, oh fuck, he's just standing there, not saying anything, and he's watching me, and he's still not saying anything, and her dildo is still attached to the headboard and she's naked, and he has an erection and-
!!!!
Izuku's eyes immediately drop down, not even trying to hide the fact that she's gaping at his erection like she's never seen one before.
For whatever reason this is the exact moment that her question seems to register in his head, because he hardheartedly lifts up a notebook, his eyes glancing back and forth from the dildo to her slightly exposed breasts.
"Came for notes," he mumbles in a husky voice.
And oh...
That makes her flush all the way down to where her nipples are hard under the blankets. She's always loved his voice, but now, while its deepened with lust for HER of all people...
It makes her ache.
She fidgets underneath the blankets, her thighs squeezing together to stop a literal flow of wetness that gushes from her core as she shakily points to her desk.
"T-they're over there..."
He doesn't even seen to hear her answer, stepping towards the bed instead of the desk.
She watches him, eyes wide as he gets closer and closer, notebook dropping almost silently to the floor.
"Deku..."
She shudders, both at hearing her child nickname on his lips and at the fact that he's finally close enough to touch.
And touch he does, gently running the tips of callused fingers over the exposed upper part of her breasts.
"So you do have freckles here too," he murmurs to himself, smirking. "I've always wondered."
"H-have you, really?"
Bakugou hums, tugging the blankets from her loosened grip so that both of her breasts are exposed. "I have."
Izuku just about bursts into flames, her breathing getting heavier as a large, strong hand surrounds her tit, thumb brushing slowly over the erect nipple.
"W-what else have you thought about?" She asks breathlessly, falling back against the bed as he keeps moving forward, throwing the blanket to the floor as he crawls over her body until she's surrounded by him, his knees on either side of her slim waist.
"Thought about this," he murmurs back, ducking down to kiss underneath her ear, his breath hot against her skin, before biting down firmly, causing her to gasp, her knees squeezing together to stop a rush of fluid. "About how you would look, laid out beneath me."
Izuku moans shakily as his tongue traces the shell of her ear before his teeth catch her earlobe, tugging and nibbling gently as one of his hands begins to roam, cupping her chest ever so briefly before traveling down, down, until its resting just above her sex.
"Thought about you here."
Izuku is shivering in anticipation, and she eagerly opens her legs, bucking her hips up to give him permission to touch her there.
Immediately, two fingers are sliding down, slipping inside of her slowly, her whimper drowned out by his groan.
"Thought about how wet you would be here," he continues shakily, his fingers curving to brush that spot deep inside of her, causing stars to burst across her vision as she gasps, arching for him. "But god, my imagination doesn't even come close."
Izuku barely hears him, her cries getting louder as her body is overwhelmed by sensation. Bakugou is a force to be reckoned with, his fingers going strong and steady inside of her, a third slipping in somewhere along the way. She isn't used to this kind of pleasure. Her own fingers are short, small things that barely reach a few inches inside of her, and when she's using her toys, its always kind of hit and miss with finding that spot inside of her, let alone keeping pressure on it.
But oh god, Bakugou's fingers are long and thick. They don't even have to struggle to reach inside of her, abusing and stroking her inner walls until she's a wailing mess beneath him, her hands tangled in the sheets above her head and her moans definitely loud enough for the whole dorm to hear without the cover of her pillow.
"Fuck, that's hot," Bakugou mutters, ducking down to suck a nipple into his mouth just to listen to her moans kick into high gear before letting go with a small pop, her body shivering and clenching as the cool air encircles it. "Fuck, you're loud, and that's hot."
Izuku whimpers, gazing up at his with teary green eyes as she pushes her hips up, riding his hand. "K-Kacchan, please!"
Bakugou snarls, ducking down to take her mouth in a searing kiss, tongue tracing the seam of her lips questioningly.
Izuku doesn't even hesitate to open for him, his tongue plunging into her mouth in a deep kiss as her hands untangle themselves from the sheets to tangle in his blond hair, tugging and pulling whenever he hit a particularly good spot inside of her. The realization that she's about to cum is startling. She whimpers, breaking the kiss off to inhale heaving gulps of air that push her breasts towards his mouth, which he eagerly begins to mark up with his teeth.
"K-Kacchan, gonna cum," she whines, her toes curling.
And just like that, Bakugou is gone. Her brain doesn't even have time to process why he's gone before a hot tongue is pressing up against her folds, circling her clit in hard, repetitive circles. Her orgasm is strong when it washes over her, stronger than any she's had before. It literally robs her of her voice and her breath, a sharp inhale the only warning given before her body locks down on her, thighs shaking around his ears as she practically levitates off the bed. It rolls over her in hard waves, a gush of fluid drenching Bakugou's lips. She can't think, can't speak, her eyes wide and unseeing as she grips his hair tight in both hands, keeping him positioned exactly where she needs him.
And then the world comes back into focus.
The deep inhale is projected from her body as a loud wail.
Louder than any other sound she had made that night. If the dorm hadn't heard her before, they definitely heard her now, the loudness echoing through the room before tapering off as she shudders out the last of it.
She's panting heavily now, body sweat slicked and hair a tangled mess, blearily glancing down.
Bakugou is watching her, red eyes fixed on her face, which means they immediately lock eyes.
"Your face when you cum is better than I imagined, too," he says huskily.