Izuku was watching television when Momo entered the living room. Rocko's Modern Life was on television and the duo couldn't get enough of the retro 90's American cartoon. Izuku was in mid-yawn as Momo handed him a drink of barley tea. "Fresh and brew just for you, Izuku." The vice president was never happier than to serve Izuku. Not only did she felt like it was a service, but a qualification in order to become his wife. Although the emerald-haired teen was unaware of his induction of being her husband, but he was going to be, rather if he wanted it or not.

"Anything else I can do for you while I am making lunch," she asked him. The apron-wearing Momo stood in a housewife position, ensuring that she wasn't in the way of her Izuku. She wanted to be certain that he was getting comfortable.

The more comfortable he gets, the more of an advantage when getting caught off guard, she purred to herself as Izuku shook his head in disagreement. "No, thanks, I am good! Just let me know when you are finished so we can begin studying for our exam." He scanned both sides of the living room for a few seconds. "When are the others coming?"

"What was that, darli...Izuku," she asked as she was heading for the kitchen.

"Like Toru, Ochako, Katsuki, Tsuyu. You know the whole gang?"

She held on to her apron. "They will be coming. Just be patient. Until then, enjoy your drink, husba...Izuku." Oh, trust me, Izuku baby. No one is coming. Not one soul. How is that drink? I made it fresh with the finest ingredients. She licked her lips became tickled as she caught a whiff of her natural ingredients on her fingers. She went to the sink to wash off as she prepared to make lunch for her guest.

She was making it simple. Chicken salad sandwich and potato chips. Her mother wasn't home and wasn't planning to be back until Monday. She called her friends to alert that she was caught 'the consumption' and couldn't make the meet. Fortunate for a certain cinnamon roll that missed being on the contact list.

Her lucky charm was the sole guest of honor in their love nest. She felt like a blushing bride as she was humming, preparing lunch for her future husband. She glared at the corner to see if Izuku wasn't going to see what she was going to do next. When the coast was clear, she grabbed the knife and sliced a cut on her finger.

She didn't wince, knowing that a slight pain for her hubby was worth it. So much so that she was careful when playing with her sacred holy passage. She was waiting for the right moment for her husband to enter her holy passage, breaking the seal and releasing the holy water that both can savor. Her mouth watered as she used her finger to squeeze the blood out and onto the chicken. She licked the remaining blood with her tongue as she put the piece of bread on top.

Now a piece of me is inside of you, Izuku. Will you feel me, Izuku? Will your taste the finest of flavors, my love? That Ochako bitch would never go that far for you like I will, baby. YOU ARE MINE!

Back in the living room….

Izuku was very nervous as he was sitting the living room of the well-to-do, upper-middle-class vice president. It wasn't often that he visited homes, let alone a girl. He wasn't sure of proper etiquette since most of the time he often visited his childhood friend, Katsuki. He was careful to not say or do the wrong things.

As he drank his tea, it was refreshing. However, there was a little twang to it, he thought as he pulled a piece of hair from his mouth. He didn't think of it. Momo was a girl and had lots of hair. She was smart, beautiful, and tall to boot.

He felt a bit out of place on how she was presenting him. If he didn't know anybody, she was acting like it was a date.

He took a sip of his tea as he made a small raspberry. "Momo acting as a wife...to me? Please!"

"Soup's on!" Momo hummed as she handed the lunch. She carried the pitcher to give him a refill of his beverage. "You will love my chicken salad. An old-fashioned recipe."

"Thank you," said Izuku as he bowed to her before taking the bite of the sandwich. Not trying to be rude, but the chicken salad tasted off. It tastes kind of metallic; like it was sitting in a can or something. But, I won't be rude as I am her guest.

"Is it tasty," asked Momo as she sat a bit too close to comfort on the couch by Izuku.

"It's not half bad," he said as he gave the okay sign. "I must admit that it is an acquire taste."

"Oh, please forgive me. I have tried a new mayo."

"Oh, okay! Aside from that, thank you for being hospitable!"

Heart-shaped pupils filled her eyes. "Only the best for you."

"What?"

"What? I was...I was mocking that girl from that cartoon show from earlier," she stammered as she was snapping fingers. "That cartoon character that has been dubbed as the original thot of cartoons?"

Izuku snickered as he tried finishing his barley tea. "Oh, yeah! Lee Kanker from Ed, Edd, n' Eddy!"

"Yeah, yeah. That's it!"

"'They're so dreamy,'" he said mockingly.

"Yes, you are," she told Izuku.

"What?"

She stammered. "Let me get so more barley tea from the fridge. I made plenty of it." She stood up to go to the refrigerator. However, she tripped on Izuku's bookbag, causing her to drop the pitcher of tea and landing the tea all over his body.

"Oh, my God," she said shockingly. Oh, my God, that gorgeous body. "It was an accident, Izuku. Sorry!" No, not really. I'm not sorry. And no, that was NOT an accident. God, you are looking so dreamy. I can't wait to glaze that cinnamon roll with my natural sweeteners. Teehee!

"I am okay," said Izuku. It wasn't the first time being drench. He was fortunate that it was tea this time. He didn't want to think of the childhood memories of sharing a bed with a before-bedtime-drinking Kacchan. "I don't see any problem."

Momo bowed to Izuku. "Please, let me help you out to wash it. You can catch a cold."

"I'm fine, Momo," he said casually. "Not a big deal. Plus, I don't have spare clothes."

"Don't worry about that," said Momo pleadingly. "Please and wash up for me." Momo put on a fake pleading face. The girls of UA High knew that Izuku wouldn't turn down any girl with the lip. After a few moments, she watched him caved in.

"Alright, Momo. I go and wash up."

"Thank you!" Well, it was about time. Time to see that Deku booty.

Momo's bathroom...a few minutes later….

Momo drew the water as she wanted the temperature just right for her beloved. Their water came with the finest of minerals. The soap was specially made to stimulate Izuku. She developed such an aheago expression that she was fortunate she was wearing a pad or else Izuku would see that it was more than moisture dripping around her.

"Okay, Izuku, water is ready," she told him as she gathered his materials. "Everything you need is inside, okay?"

Izuku nodded as he entered the bathroom. Momo waited at the door as she wanted his discarded clothes. A few moments later, Izuku gave her his damped clothes.

A very important element was missing.

"Izuku, lose the boxers."

"I will be fine. I don't have any. And I don't want to walk in commando."

"I promise I will dry your boxers first. Just give them to me. Don't need to catch a cold."

"Okay, okay," said Izuku as he handed her his golden ticket.

Momo thanked him and slid the door shut. Immediately, she went head first into Izuku's boxers. Oh, my God! The smell of a man right in front of me. She felt the moisture coming from her cavern as she rubbed her legs. The temptation of not ripping his sopping wet clothes from him and just pound me like milk-fed veal. She gnawed on his boxers, tasting the saltiness of his balls. They tasted like I have imagined it would! No way any bitch can have this. Especially that Uraraka bitch!

"Momo, are you alright? I still can see your shadow," said Izuku.

Spitting out the boxers from her mouth, she said, "I am fine, Izuku. Just in deep thought." Deep thought wanting to lick your ass and becoming your personal bidet. Her eyes widened, realized that even for her that was a bit much, but when it came to her beloved, she would do anything. "Call if you need me." Or want to marry me or fuck me. It doesn't matter in which particular order.

After placing his clothes into the washing machine, she decided to hold on to his boxers a few minutes longer. Hopefully, the soap was taking its effect. She went out of the way to order the aphrodisiac shampoo for this occasion.

Going back to the little room and gnawing on his boxers, she saw that Izuku had a text. Knowing that she was going to be his future wife, she had every single right to know who was communicating with him. She didn't mind if the boys were interacting with him, but let it be Toru or Tsuyu or Kyoka or that stupid, brunette bitch, Ochako. She gritted her teeth whenever she heard that name. She tried not to grab the nearest knife and go stabby stabby stab on that bimbo, but she said she would leave it alone.

For now.

She clicked on the side button of Izuku's cell phone.

Hey, Deku. I heard that Momo canceled the study party. I have spare tickets to the movies. Wanna come?

Ochako

P.S.: Afterward, want to come over to my house and hang with me? My parents are out for the weekend and we have the hot tub to ourselves. Think about it!

Momo gripped the phone tightly to the point that tiny cracks were forming. That little skank. That incandescent, malnourished pasty whore. I knew that damn slut wanted to have my Deku.

She closed the phone, putting it under a light to see his smudge swiping for his password. Once seeing that, she unlocked the phone and gave Ochako a piece of her mind.

Going to let this bitch know her place right now. She won't have Izuku on her mind anymore.

Meanwhile in Momo's bathroom….

Gleaming granite counter tops, walnut framed mirrors, jacuzzi tub, walk-in shower room with over-sized shower head, fluffy towels neatly arranged, tile floor with under-floor heating, fluffy bath mat, wicker laundry basket. Izuku was amazed of the amenities of Momo's bathroom. She had the size to fit all of class 1-A and probably some of class 1-B.

He decided not to use the soap she gave him. It didn't smell right to him as he opted for the other body wash on the stall. As he was scrubbing his hair, he heard the door sliding open.

"Hey, Momo. I am not finished yet. Give me a second."

"It won't matter, Izuku. Since we are going to be taken our time anyhow."

Izuku turned around to see the naked Momo standing in front of him. He blushed as he saw her in all of her glory. When seeing her face, she had a psychotic grin along with heart-shaped pupils. "Oh, Deku baby. Are you okay? You seem kind of worried."

"Momo, what's gotten into you?"

"Pretty soon, your throbbing member is going to be."

Izuku tried to run but felt a strong overwhelming feeling through his body. He started to feel lightheaded. "What's going on?"

Momo giggled. "I sensed that you weren't going to use the soap I've given you. I couldn't take any chances, so I laced all of your supplies and other soaps in the bathroom with my special aphrodisiac."

"Aphrodisiac?"

"Mmm, mmm! Oh, Deku baby. We are going to have a little fun. So much fun!" She began walking closer as Izuku was becoming fun. "And don't worry, Deku. Today is NOT a safe day!"

To be continued….