A/N: The story you are about to read doesn't reflect the Christian views of this author and his girlfriend. This is only a work of fiction. Enjoy! OOC Izuku x OOC Ibara!
Ibara Shiozaki can be described as calm, tranquil, passionate, compassionate, and kind. However, to the classmates and the faculty of UA High School - Jesus Freak, Nut Case, holier-than-thou, Mother Theresa, the Virgin Mary, the Virgin of Virgins, Ave Maria, and most recently, the Nun Who Never Came. Of course, the playful bantering was due to the antics of the so-called leader of class 1-A, Katsuki. The green-vined teen didn't care. She wouldn't hop off her crucifix if it meant being condemned to Hell. The young, nubile teen promised her to God and to forgive those that rise in judgment against her. No weapon form against me shall prosper. If any weapons form, it shall not hurt me. Words that the young Maria believed and strived for the best.
For a while, it worked. However, just like any teen channeling puberty, temptation tended to make its presence known.
Even in the holiest of holies.
"Rest, my dear husband. I am going to save you. I am going to save you."
Earlier in the school's natatorium….
The school's natatorium was where the classes of 1-A and 1-B were located. Today was co-ed physical education as their coaches decided to join forces and collab on God-knows-what because honestly, they were there. So, as the coaches were doing God-knows-what at God-knows-where, the students were there to fend for themselves.
In actuality, the students were fairing well. The boys were swimming and have a great time with each other.
"I would like to call this signature piece, eggs over easy." Nirengeki informed his classmates as he stood motionlessly in the pool.
"Aww, Sadou! What the hell," barked Katsuki as he crowded behind Izuku to avoid the pee wave. "God, you are nasty. I should let Izuku be on the bottom for chicken."
Shouto rolled his eyes at the blonde typical ignorant comments. "Good! Then, I am on top for Sadou since we are making it even in distribution."
"Are you calling me fat, baka," questioned Katsuki to Shouto.
"I wasn't until you had that fourth helping of those omelets at lunch," replied Shouto.
Tenya tilted his goggles. "Okay, guys. Take it easy. We don't need a repeat like last time."
"Yeah. We don't need to involve the cops like at the arcade. Let just let it go," said Izuku.
"Do you want to get waterboarded, bitch," asked Katsuki to Shouto, ignoring what Izuku and Tenya tried to say.
"White bread, please. Fold you like an omelet at a Chinese restaurant/laundromat," replied Shouto.
"How dare you say that to my face," barked Shouto as he brewing with anger.
"I would say it to your back, but I only can afford a one-way bus fare," replied Shouto.
"At least I can see my mother," said Katsuki with a grin.
The entire natatorium went silent. Shouto remained motionless as the crowd stared at him. Typical of Katsuki to give a cheap shot whenever he was limited with jokes.
Shouto cracked his neck with his hands. "Always about mothers, Katsuki. The only way to compensate. Don't you? Well, it's true, I can't see my mother often. But I can see yours." He licked his lips. "On this end of this dick."
The class spewed their oohs and ahhs. Despite the cool temperatures in the pool, there was plenty of heat coming from the deep end.
"What did you say about my mama," asked Katsuki.
"It isn't about what I say," he glared at the angry Katsuki. "It's what I do to her all night long."
"Shouto," said Izuku as he tried to be a peacemaker. "Let's take it easy. You, too, Kacchan."
"Shut your ass, Deku," barked Katsuki. "How dare he speaks of my mother that way."
"She doesn't have to speak. She just needs to swallow," replied Shouto.
Meanwhile at the bleachers….
By now, the girls were accustomed to the battle of the testosterone occurring with the boys. Whereas, the girls of class 1-A and 1-B were presently lounging at the bleachers as they tried to get some sun reflecting from the window.
"Boys. As if one can't prove who is the best. Ribbit," said the frog girl Tsuyu as she was sticking out her tongue as she was placing bets on picking the victor. "So far, I have $35 on Katsuki and $150 on Shouto. Who else wants in?"
"$10 for Katsuki," said Toru. "I will give the poor guy a shot. Although Shouto is going to Warren G his ass. Regulators! Long Beach style."
$35 for Shouto," said Momo. "Wipe the pool with his punk ass, baby!" She shouted at him.
"$50 for Shouto," replied Itsuka. "Thank God Mei and Camie are guarding the door. Hopefully, we have time for a good fistfight before the coaches show." She shouted at the crowd. "No quirks or cheap shots. I want to see some blood!"
"Itsuka, that's terrible," said the silent beauty Yui. "So wrong, so terrible," she said as she went to Tsuyu direction. She handed $100 to Tsuyu and pointed at Shouto. "Very rude to see such a barbarous fight." She returned to the bleachers and went quiet.
Tsuyu looked over to the end of the bleachers where she spotted the Virgin Mary staring daggers at the pool. Tsuyu honestly thought the green-vined girl gave her the creeps. However, she wanted to be nice anyway.
"Yo! Ave Maria! Want to join in in this bet?"
The green-vined teen gave Tsuyu such a glare that it made the others shriek. "How dare you vile sinner allow this sort of action to come through? You dare support this foul trash." She scoffed at the ladies. "Disgracing, sickening to the core. May God forgive you of this unholy sin." She stood up as she left the bleachers and headed for the hallway to the locker rooms.
"A simple no would have been nice, ribbit!" Tsuyu returned to the girls. "Jesus, what a bitch," she said under her breath. She turned to Yui and Itsuka. "Surprise that you have this bitch in your class. Probably cramps your style."
Itsuka shrugged her shoulders. "Ave Maria is just strange. We don't pray it no thought."
Later in the locker room….
Ibara knew that her delinquent sinners of classmates were too distracted to notice her heading into the boys' locker room. She prayed for forgiveness as she knew which locker belonged to Izuku Midoriya. She knew a certain angel had her break when it came to knowing which locker and its code. She had to protect her Izuku from sin. Who knew what kind of vile woman wanted to take away her Izuku.
In her hands, she held Izuku's boxers. His scent triggered her desire. She felt a tightness coming from her panties. Knowing she was becoming wet, she gently placed her hands over pants where her sex was located. She unbuttoned her swimsuit and went into her hidden valley she called a vagina. The fluid she felt with her hand confirmed her arousal. She should have let go, but she didn't. She continued tilling her hidden valley. Her face submerged on his boxers as her cries turned into panting and moaning. She continued to play with her pussy. Her nipples were becoming hard that she could feel them from her shirt. The friction that rubbed against her nipples only intensified the pleasure.
The scent became more invigorating as she inhaled and began sucking on the white parts of his dry seed. She knew that the night before she was hiding in his closet as he was jerking off on his bed. She eyed in frustration, grief, and anger to the vile and dirty magazines and including the covers that had the opportunity to receive his wasted seed.
This seed belongs to a woman that is worthy. That is a sin. I am no better. It's not my fault, Lord. I want to resist. But how can I when there are people corrupting my Izuku?
Ibara rubbed her nipple through her shirt, pinching it as if it was a pimple ready for pulsation. "I have no control over my actions. Izuku, Izuku, I love you" she said to herself as her pants became louder as she stirred her fingers deeper into her pussy. Her juices flowed from her panties and through her pants. A puddle was absorbed through her swimsuit.
Ibara grabbed the boxer briefs and began rubbing it against her pussy, only intensifying her actions. "I am coming," she screamed as she placed her other hand into her pussy. The hands played an active role as they performed their final act. "I am coming, my Izuku," she screamed, "I am coming." She climaxed as her juices sprayed onto her pants and onto Izuku's boxer briefs. Pleasure spilled throughout her body as she continued to jerk her fingers until all of her juices would come out. It was over. Her pleasure ebbed and she lied on the floor in exhaustion.
She produced a slight smile, licking her juices from her pleasure. She lied there as pleasure concluded its first act and then guilt began its second act. What the heck have I done, she lamented. She looked at Izuku's boxer briefs as it was soaked in her essence.
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. Mercy is onto me on this journey as I am unraveling in things that I try my hardest not to feel. As much as I want to pray for this to go away. No matter how many scriptures I have read to stop this travesty. This perversion. This feeling I tried to make it go away. I can't stop it, my Lord. Please, save me. Save me from this feeling of wanting to lust after this cinnamon roll. Save me from wanting to flaunt with his privates. Pray for me as I try not to see what does he taste like. Why do you put so much temptation on me, Satan? Knowing this lustful nature isn't me. Yet again, sex is love, right?
A lightbulb clicked in her head. As her finger wrapped around the hole of his boxers. As she felt the soaked juices of his boxers, she produced a glaring smile.
I do like Izuku. So, it shouldn't be that bad to taste-test him in order to become my husband. If we are married, then it is not lust. We are two people in love. Love. I love him. I love Izuku. I don't want any other girl to tempt them with their ugly, wretched sin. I am going to save him, my Lord. I am going to save him and baptized him in my holiest of my juices. If Mary used oil for Jesus, then I will use my natural oils to purify my Izuku.
I love you, Izuku and I will save you from these demons that come your way. I love you, Izuku. We will have holy matrimony. God, I can't wait when we can join as one under your grace. In that sense, I will have no longer sinned. Thank you, Lord, for your grace and mercy. Amen!
Later that evening….
Izuku stepped inside of the 7Eleven. The interior reminded him of the Circle K back home. The layout, the design, and the degenerate cashier were the same. "It is like I am back home," he said to himself.
He went into the refrigerator. He had grabbed four cartons of whole milk. He placed two of each under his arm before retreating to the register. It was the approaching weekend and cereal, cartoons, and honey buns were calling his name.
As he approached the register with his items, the sound of the bell alerted that another customer came. He slightly looked and then smile when he saw the familiar stranger.
"Midoriya," asked Ibara.
"Shiozaki," said Izuku.
The pair greeted each other by bowing before shaking each other's hand.
"Look," said the voice of the agitated cashier from the register. "You know the rules. No damn loitering, you inconsiderate punks!"
"Sorry," said Ibara while bowing before the cashier in a form of an apology.
"No worries," said Izuku. "I wait outside with my things. I can wait for you then."
"Awesome," said Ibara.
Izuku walked out of the convenient store and walked a few feet from the storefront. He did not want to have any more fret with the cashier. A few moments later, Ibara stepped out of the store with a bag in her hand.
"Got any time to spare," asked Ibara.
"Yeah, sure. I can," said Izuku.
"There is a park a few blocks down the way if you want to talk," suggested Ibara.
"Yeah, no problem," said Izuku.
Izuku and Ibara were walking down the street side by side. Ibara pulled an apple from her bag. She inspected the apple, looking for any bruising. Izuku was surprised she did not do that before buying it. Ibara rubbed the apple before taking a bite. It was a loud sound, alerting the alley cats and causing them to scatter.
Izuku heard the stories regarding their school's personal Ava Maria. Rumors and hearsay, he thought. The green-vined teen was atypical, sort of speak. Nevertheless, he admired the teen for not changing herself. He wished that more people would understand that.
They entered the local park. It was empty, unusual for a Friday night. Some nights, couples can be found walking the park or teenaged couples can be engaging in making out or having sex in the restroom. The pair found a bench and took a seat.
"Pretty chilly this evening," said Ibara.
"Yeah, the weatherman said that it was going to be one of those wintry type night," said Izuku.
"At least you are well-prepared," said Ibara while taking another bite of the apple. "Surprised you are out this evening. Thought you and the other backslidders were out playing those darn video games at the arcade."
"Katsuki's eyes are swollen shut and Shouto's right testicle...let's just say he can sing alto soprano right now," replied Izuku with a nervous grin. "So, it's me, myself, and I for the night. What says you, Shiozaki?"
"Bible study," she said formally. "Praying for the sins and repentance of people like yourselves." Especially you, Izuku! Praying for that soul and that precious body of Christ! All muscled up and tone. Somebody to call my own.
Izuku pulled the overcoat higher to gather warmth around his neck. His cheeks were becoming flushed. Ibara put her arms inside of her sweatshirt to keep herself warm.
"With much appreciation, thanks Shiozaki," replied Izuku. "I'm glad somebody else can pray for others."
You PRAY?!
"You believe in a higher power," asked Ibara attentively.
"Sure! Believe it or not, I don't identify as a Christian, but I do believe in God," replied Izuku. "So, yes I do pray and believe in him."
Izuku looks so gorgeous right now. To know he is also a believer, that makes it more perfect.
"Really? You should come to church with me sometime," said Ibara.
"Yeah, I should. Nothing wrong with that," replied Izuku.
You see that, harlots? He gets it. For he belongs to me. Got that? Get that now, you interloping, wretched harlots? I will save Izuku. I will and I am going to make him love me under the name of our father, our son, and the holy spirit.
"Listen, Midoriya. I wonder if you don't mind escorting me back to the dorms," she asked in a pleading manner. "I don't want to be alone. You don't mind?"
Izuku shook his head. "No problem. I was heading back there anyway."
"Izuku?"
"Yeah?"
Ibara came to Izuku with a surprised embrace. The stunned Izuku smelled the scent of honeydew upon the Ave Maria. "Thank you for being such a good person...my clean, saved husband." Izuku didn't get a chance to answer as he felt something piercing him at his neck. His eyes drifted to a close as his body leaned onto Ibara for support.
"Rest, my dear husband. I am going to save you. I am going to save you."
To be continued….