All Jokes aside...this is no laughing matter, Izuku! Be aware of the company of your surroundings. And learn how to lock your doors. Enjoy!
A/N: this scene features a solo scene with Emi. Izuku will appear in the next chapter. And for those who are wondering when my part two's are coming. They are...be patient!
"What in the hell is this?"
Izuku hurried back to his dorm to pick up his gym uniform for class today. The uniform that he stored in his dresser was found on top of his bed. It was damped and had a strong, distinguishable odor to it. He slapped his forehead. "My God, this is the eighth time this month somebody has come in here and now they have stained my gym clothes."
It wasn't only his gym clothes. Certain items have been marked with the same strong, distinguishable odor. At first, it started with his writing utensils. At first, when discovering it, he thought it was mucus. Upon close examination, his nostrils flared when smelling the odor. It smelled like three-day three-day-old. That was the best way to describe the stench.
When the writing utensils weren't enough, there were smears on his toothbrush and his comb. It went from marks on his laptop and his tablet. He consulted to Shouto and Tenya for advice. None of which could give an answer. They said the best thing he can do was to lock it in the chest.
It wasn't long when the lock along with the items within was covered in that stench.
"Oh, God," he groaned as he felt the dampness of his uniform. Along with it had a sticky-like texture. He feared the worst but it didn't smell like semen. "I have gym class in less than an hour. How am I going to explain to the coach on this odor?"
There were possible suspects in this hazing - Katsuki, Kacchan, and Bakugo. Deciding to give him a talk later, he sprayed the uniform with much cologne he got from his father as much as he could. The odor was still present. A least he would smell like a handsome skunk getting ready for a hot date. He grabbed his uniform and left the dorm, locking it in the process.
Upon locking the door, a small chuckle occurred. His closet door was kicked open and out came the culprit in question. On the surface, the culprit appeared playful, cheerful, outgoing, positive, forward, and flirtatious. She was a young woman with an athletic build and chest-length hair and always had her constant trademark smile.
Emi Fukukado was covered in sweat, spending a few hours in his closet. She was intoxicated by the fumes of testosterone and manhood. She giggled as she finished getting off to watching Izuku's once again shocking discovery.
A shock that she produced and caused thanks to her natural juices.
Some far back, the teacher snuck into the UA dorms and obtain a copy of Izuku's key. As the copy was being made, she had turned his closet and his bedroom into a wonderland.
Emi inhaled vigorously of the dirty laundry that he worn. She clung it tightly to her bosom as if it was her true love or a child. She tried her hardest to not moan. She tried her hardest to not become stimulated. The happy-go-lucky girl has shlicked a few times in the closet in the days that followed. However, this was the first time she did and almost got caught.
All of the more reason this was a turn on.
Izuku, Izuku, Izuku. Look at me hiding in your closet, playing with myself with your stuff. Marking property as you are mine. You are my property, Izuku. God, I love him so much. And seeing his cute face become stunned is like an orgasm with every tear. I have to, Izuku. To protect you from this interloping, unkempt, undeserving, incomprehensible shrews that call themselves women. They are bitches, fucking cunts. I mark these items to let them and YOU know that you are mine. I will make sure of that. No one can touch you, love you, kiss you, fuck you. ONLY ME!
Emi chuckled loudly as her day had only begun. She had already arranged a substitute teacher to watch her class. Her assignment for today was to do her biggest goal.
His superhero costume.
Upping the ante, she went into the closet where Izuku felt his outfit. The outfit that defined his recognition of being Deku. She licked her lips as she put on his costume. She took sharp breaths as she caressed her pussy. She was glad that she didn't shower as planned. She wanted his outfit embedded in his scent. She prayed to the gods that this uniform will leave remnants; any implication of what she had done.
She edged closer, stroking her pussy as she used her free hand to caress her tities. She didn't wear a bra, wanting her nipples sensitive as possible. Feeling her areolas to the costume was invigorating. This was exciting to the teen. Never did she have the courage to do an act such as this. The more she thought, the wetter she came. The distance was not enough. She further the ante.
She crawled into his bed.
"Izuku," she moaned. "I am performing such a sense in form of you. And in your costume as well." She pinched her folds, hoping her juices would leak out of her uniform. "I can't imagine what thoughts can come to mind as you wear it. I hope my scent catches on to other parts. I am making my claim, Izuku. You will become mine."
Needed something to stimulate her, she saw the bed frame and used it as her humping post. She bit her lip, feeling the pleasurable sensation of her womanhood. She smiled as the sunlight aided her sight on seeing her juices blending onto the wood. "Conservation of energy that never been created or destroyed. I may have to return home, but my juices aren't. It is there for many years to come. Get it, Izuku? Come? I am far from done."
She slowly thrust her fingers into her pussy, she wanted it gentle so she can imagine her fingers to be Izuku's dick. She hoped that he was graceful, ensuring that her pleasure took priority than his own. So much so that he would beg to cum. She slightly moaned as her fingers went further into her cavity.
"Izuku," she moaned lightly again of her crush (her obsession). She used her free hand to play with her bean. Each time she thrust her finger into her pussy, she squeezed her clit. She licked her lips, letting her saliva slide from her mouth. She closed her eyes thinking of the things that she could do to Izuku.
Tension started building in her pussy. She was getting closer. She turned over and lied on her stomach. She used both of her hands to massage her pussy. She used his blanket to hump herself. The bed creaked as she had her session over Izuku.
"Izuku, I am masturbating in your outfit and on your bed," she began grinning. "You will never forget this scent. You will never forget me. You will get so lost in the fumes that you will have to find out. I won't ever let you forget me. I am coming for Izuku. It's a matter of time." The musk was getting to her. She began moaning loudly. She covered her mouth, but the feeling of her pussy was getting too much.
She muffled her cry as she climaxed. Her juices leaking from his uniform and dripping onto the bed sheets. She shifted her hips until her climax subsided. When she came to, she gasped when she saw her juices covering Izuku's bed.
"Soon and very soon, Izuku. So soon, I promise, Izuku. You are going to be mine. You won't have to wait much longer."
To be continued….