It was a quiet evening at the Midoriya residence. The One For All novelty clock displayed the time to be a quarter after three in the morning. To those of the Christian faith, it is known as the devil's hour. Unless one is a certain woman of the night, this is her hour of her absolute power. She actually thanks the gods of being blessed of walking in her faith and not walking in sight. She was a woman of faith, believing in something that isn't there but knows it is there. To the unseeing eye, it doesn't make sense. If one happens to be Toru Hagakure, it doesn't have to make sense. That was why it was called faith.

She loved how wonderful, loveable, adorkable, and very gullible of her loving Izuku Midoriya. The unsuspecting cinnamon roll actually believed that a gust of wind was irritating him as he returned home for the weekend. Lifting his shirt to give him surprising chills. Blowing into his ears and make his nipples sensitive. The fiery passion that rages in between her loins. The excitement as they were spending the weekend at his residence. His residence! Toru had prepared for this day as she told herself that she wasn't going to wear any scents. That day at school, she didn't show up. Or even if she did, they wouldn't have noticed. They would have probably assumed that she was giving them the silent treatment.

It mattered not. The sickening, conniving, unworthy wretches didn't deserve her Izuku. It was a shame to the five senses. No one could have him. She belonged to him and nothing more.

Izuku nestled in his bed, holding onto his Gunpla toy. A kawaii moment occurred as she was tickled pink. She grabbed her chin and developed an ahegao face. She tried to keep herself unsuspecting. She wasn't ready to reveal herself. Not tonight. She didn't want to be seen until she wanted to be seen.

"At last, I finally have you in my grasp!" Toru took precautions as she wanted Izuku on this night. For dinner, as he chowed down on clam chowder, she added a sprinkle of "special salts" to ease him for his incoming sleepiness. When he had raspberry tarts for dessert, she blended cough syrup with the jelly. Of course, his mother didn't suspect a thing. Poor mother-in-law actually wanted to believe that her son was putting forth effort in the household. The only effort she wanted Izuku to do was to make her kits.

As she strived to become a Pro Hero, he can be the loving, responsible househusband. Izuku Hagakure! She felt the spice coming from her tongue. She couldn't wait for that very day.

"Wakey, wakey, wakey!" The invisible girl whispered sweetly in a sing-song. She knew that Izuku wouldn't stir. Just in case, she put her mother-in-law to sleep for insurance. As the sleeping mother goes into dreamland with that shiner, it was to give her a reminder on learning where to not kiss her beloved. That was reserved for her.

She whispered for forgiveness. Using this as a trump card of defense, the mother did have one too many wine coolers after being notified that her husband wasn't returning home tonight. Like it matters as her husband-to-be was going to get a preview of the married life.

And tonight was such a pleasant evening for a honeymoon. She was like a blushing bride. In a way, it was their first night. She felt quite naughty. She couldn't believe that she had spent the entire day in her nakedness. It was a small price to pay.

Her womanhood was brewing juices. Tonight was worth the wait.

Her eyesight noticed something underneath the blankets as it stood in the center of Izuku's bed. She was touched. "Oh, someone is having a nasty dream," she grinned. "Hope it is about me."

Toru slowly moved the blanket from Izuku and in her delight, seeing Izuku sleeping in nothing but his boxers. She carefully placed her hand on his bulge, which emitted a moan from his lips. She smiled. She once again covered her hand around his erect dick, circling the phallus, which made his dick twitch.

Izuku moaned softly under her touch.

"I just can't enough of this," she boasted silently, feeling the secretion from her own bulb. "I must have more. I must claim it and make it mine. MY SCENT AND MY SCENT ALONE!"

Toru eagerly removed his boxer shorts and was in for a surprise. His dick reminded her of a thick PVC pipe, the kind she saw in the shower stalls. Long enough that could break into her stomach.

Rapture's delight!

She tried wrapping her hands around his blessing since it was too much to contain. This was enough dick for her, Momo, Kyoka, Mina, Ochako, and even that succubus big breasted bitch Tsuyu. Hell, any girl at UA High School.

To hell with that!

She slowly stroked at his shaft up and down, allowing his phallus to breathe. She wanted his milky fluids to release. She wanted to taste it like fresh dew on a morning spring flower.

Izuku groaned in his sleep, which made Toru happy to hear his sleepy excitement.

"That's right, my cinnamon roll," she cried. "Moan for your wife. Moan for your beloved, teehee!"

Seeing the milky fluids arising from his dick, she dared to up the ante as she partook the holy nectar. Upon contact with her tongue, fireworks erupted in her brain. "My God! It's like liquid platinum."

Since it was their honeymoon, she needed to commemorate this wondrous ceremony. She didn't have a silver brand, but she did have a ring to put on his succulent finger. Immediately, she ingested her mouth onto his swollen member. She widened her jaw as she knew it was too much to take. She slowly gnawed on his dick as if it were candy.

A jawbreaker that she didn't mind sucking on for hours and hours without end.

Without warning, hot fluids erupted into her mouth. Her gnawing stopped as she forced herself to ingested his goodness. She felt him squirt a few times before swallowing. She wanted it all. She popped her lips from his dick, allowing the remnants to seep onto her tongue. A bitter taste, analyzing it like wine.

Only for the grown and sexy who appreciate the finer things.

Its taste was rich. It didn't compare to the stale taste of his used napkins following his jerking off to cheap, plastic American whores from Penthouse, Playboy, Juggs, Creamsicle. The night she had witnessed Izuku in those sessions alone, envying the hand that has his cock. She watched in the air vents as Izuku got off to magazines and videos on the internet. Femdom, cosplay, hentai, bukkake, cheerleader. Many saved tabs under ebony and interracial porn. No more fapping after this, my dear Izuku. I am the only DARK thing that you will have. Forever and ever.

She returned back to her dick, blowing at it, making him flinch in the process. "Seems like a second coming is in order." She fixed her lips, parting her tongue onto his member. The emerald-haired teen moaned once more, mumbling out a single name.

It wasn't Toru's

"Shouto."

As if the ship has hit an iceberg. She stood in disbelief as Izuku was dreaming of some incandescent, malnourished, pasty, burned-skillet whore, Shouto Todoroki. "What," she barked. Thank the gods that the family was submerged in deep slumber. She pulled back and squeezed his dick in anger. "Two-face?"

Instinctively, he grabbed his manhood.

"Shouto! SHOUTO! That bitch?! That BITCH?! That confused wounded slut. That daughter of a crazy, deranged psycho bitch? I should fucking kill her." Toru gnashed her teeth, gripping his dick harder. "What reason for that cheap milk dub where you have the world finest chocolate in front of you." She stopped, trying to catch her breath. "It's not your fault, Izuku. It's not your fault. You are just confused. I know that your heart belongs to me and my heart belongs to you." She smiles as she looked at his pretty sleeping face. "We just have to get your head back on track."

Sorry (not really), my precious cinnamon roll, but time for a mood killer.

She drew her supple lips to his ear. She gave a tiny lick behind the ears before giving him these words. "Listen, Izuku. I will never, ever love you. The only reason why I give you the time of day because I am a bored bitch. You occupy me with stories I can bring back to my group and we laugh at them. I don't care about you, you hear?"

Toru hoped that it was Shouto giving these hurtful words in his dream to deter from that welfare, product-of-a-broken-household bitch. "You have to be a big dumbass bastard to think a girl like me love a fuck boy like you. Plus, this tiny minuscule dick is nothing. Katsuki, hell Neito. No, no, Minoru has bigger balls than you, you tiny ding-a-ling son of a bitch. Eat shit and die, Deku! You will never be a hero. Just shrivel like a raisin in the fucking sun!"

His hardened dick softened, retreating back to normalcy. He seemed troubled but he would get over it, according to Toru as she gave him a final kiss and departed into the night.

And by into the night, his closet. Honestly, she didn't fully prepare for this. This was quite on the whim. She reminded herself to obtain supplies as this is going to be quite a weekend to remember. And before Izuku leaves home, he will be Toru's.

Rather he liked it or not.

To be continued….

Izuku wiped the sleepiness from his eyes as he woke up. As he was aiming for his thigh to relieve an itch, he felt something crusty coming from his boxers. He raised the covers and saw the dry patches on his boxers. He cringed as he realized that he had a dream. He couldn't believe that it would have been a wet one. Seeing that he had a few minutes before his mother wakes up, he jumped from the bed and headed to the shower.

That was the strangest dream, he thought to himself as he headed down the hallway. He was engaging in a sex dream with Shouto as they were making love in her bedroom. As things were getting hot, then came the insults. He wasn't going to lie and say that Shouto wasn't attractive. She was cute in her own way. From time to time, Izuku had sex dreams with many girls at UA High. Along with Shouto, there were Ochako, Kayama-sensei, Kyoka, Yui, Ibara, Itsuka, Tsuyu, Momo, Kazuho, Mei, Emi, Melissa, and even Himiko.

He tried not to think further about it. He did eat before going to bed. He learned through Katsuki that certain foods can trigger sex dreams. Still, did sex dreams involved insults?

He shoved the boxers deep into the hamper and step into the shower.

Toru stepped inside with him. As she said, she wasn't going to make a move until she was ready to make a move.

And oh, how much fun it was.

To be continued...for real this time.