"Izuku? Honey, are you in there?" his mother, Midoriya Inko, asked as she knocked on her son's door. It's been hours since she came home and she hadn't heard anything from her precious boy, so she was a little worried for him.

The green-haired boy's eyes blearily opened as he heard his mother calling for him. He yawned as he snuggled closer to the woman in his arms.

Wait.

What?!

Immediately the events that transpired earlier came rushing back into the forefront of his mind. "Desiree, wake up!" Midoriya hissed out quietly, whisper-shouting to get her attention.

She yawned as well as she gave him a tired smile, "What is it, master?"

"I wish you were invisible!" he urged.

With no incantation or a keyphrase she simply turned back into her genie form. "Trust me, master; no one but you can see me in this form."

Trusting her (as why would she lie?), the young man walked over to his bedroom door and opened it a crack, seeing his mother on the other side. "Hi, Mom."

"Izuku, are you doing okay? You've been in your room for hours," she said, worriment in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just working on, uh, my hero journal?" he said unconvincingly. Lying was not his strong suit, it seemed.

"Okay, honey. I'll be making your favorite meal soon, so don't go to sleep," she reminded before walking away.

Midoriya breathed a sigh of relief after falling down onto his bed. Dinner was great (they had katsudon, his favorite), and he and his mother talked about their days, with Izuku leaving out all the unpleasant and secretive bits. Desiree was with them in her genie form, and his mother truly couldn't see her at all. His genie could mentally talk to him in his mind and he could respond, which would certainly be useful in the future.

He retired to his room and turned on the television, choosing the old reruns channel that he oh so loved. Currently it was playing advertisements so he elected to ignore it and talked to Desiree, "So how many masters have you had?"

"Many, Izuku. At least 42 of them, if you don't count unofficial masters," she offhandedly said.

"Unofficial masters?"

"That's when someone loans me to another person to grant their wishes for a time. I never really liked it, as it felt like slave trading to me."

Midoriya's heart went out to his sex genie. "Don't worry, Desiree, I'll never do that to you," he promised before his attention was stripped away as a theme song began playing on the television. "Oh, it's Rick and Morty! One of my favorite shows!" he explained to a confused sex genie. "It's an American adult T.V. show that was made in the early 2000's that's about a super smart grandfather and his idiot grandson who go on adventures throughout space and dimensions. God, I wish I was as smart as Rick was. He's super inventive and the smartest man in the universe," Midoriya gushed.

Desiree felt a spark of powers trying to ignite, unable to fully form as it wasn't inherently sexual-based. "You could be as smart as him if you phrase it right, you know?" she reminded him.

Midoriya, once again, blue-screened at the thought before pulling himself together. He muttered incoherently to himself for a full minute, with Desiree watching, and then he suddenly stopped and then cleared his voice. "I wish to be as smart as Rick Sanchez of Earth C-137 from the show Rick and Morty, as women would want to have sex with the smartest man in the universe," he carefully and calmly wished, hoping against hope it would work.

The sex genie felt her powers surge within her as she said, "So you have wished it, so it shall be!" Green mist poured out of her hands as it began to surround Midoriya's head, slowly seeping into his skin's pores and ears, trying to reach his brain. When it did his mouth went wide open along with his eyes as he began to scream at the top of his lungs, his eyes glowing a pure white. He screamed for a solid 20 seconds before the light disappeared from his eyes, him trying to catch his breath as he clutched his aching head.

His mother burst through the door, knife in hand, looking around to see if there were any intruders. When she saw none she quickly put the knife down and hugged her only son. "Izuku! What happened to make you scream like that, honey?!"

Midoriya panted like a dog, trying to come up with an answer through the pain he was experiencing in his cranium. He slowly got out of his mother's embrace and looked his mother into her eyes, "I don't know," he lied.

"Really? No idea at all?" she inquired, feeling like her son was lying to her once again today.

"All I know is that after screaming my head started to hurt. Like I got hit with a baseball bat," he explained, a nugget of truth in his speech. This seemed to placate his mother enough where she left the room (not forgetting the knife, of course), leaving Izuku and Desiree to scheme.

"How do you feel, master?" she asked, examining her little master in great detail. He looked the same and even held the same posture, so she couldn't see the difference.

"I feel…smarter, way way smarter. And confident about my knowledge. I know the first thing I want to do, but I'm going to need some materials. Desiree, I wish I had science supplies."

The sex genie tried to start up her powers but nothing happened. "Can't, not sexual-based."

"Okay, um, I wish I had science supplies so that we can have sex sooner."

She tried again, and still nothing happened. "It's barely not coming out. My powers are really finicky to shit like that."

"Great, I'll do it by hand then," Midoriya declared as he meticulously cleaned off his desk so it was void of the mountainous amounts of All Might memorabilia. Now with a clear desk he grabbed his wallet filled with yen as he left his house. It was dark out, the moon beginning to peak to its highest as Midoriya made his way to the local hardware store.

"Master, what are you going to do?" she asked, sticking close to him by floating.

"You'll see, Desiree, I just hope my allowance can cover it."

Midoriya, after getting his supplies from the hardware store, brought said supplies to his room and started with the basics.

"What's that, master?" Desiree asked curiously, pointing to a blue and yellow stick that was metal at the pointy part.

"That is a soldering iron. It connects electrical components together with a liquid-solid metal named solder," he explained as he pulled out another contraption. "This is a voltage meter, it measures electricity between two points," he said as he plugged both items into a nearby outlet, turning it on. "Now I'm going to need to sacrifice a couple things for my next trick."

"And that trick will be?" she asked, watching her master go around his room and picking up seemingly random items, such as an alarm clock and an old high-definition camera (among other things).

"Can't you read my mind, Desiree?" he questioned as he rummaged through his socks drawers before finding his old damaged smartphone that he broke when he was eleven. It had the parts he needed, but more importantly it could display a holographic image on command. Only useful for showing results to a classroom and showcasing photos…

Until he modified it, of course.

He added the damaged device to his ever-growing load of gadgets he was going to dismantle to build something completely new. After grabbing everything he could reasonably use (and that was conveniently in his room), he dumped the contents carelessly onto the desk, not really caring if they got any more damaged. Thankfully his soldering iron had heated to its highest temperature, allowing him to start work immediately, as soon as he pried open a couple things, of course.

"I can, but it's more interesting to hear it from you, sugar," his sex genie answered, watching him dismantle the damaged smartphone and dislodge one of the smaller components. "Besides, I figured you'd appreciate having some secrets in your head then me constantly reading them."

"I do, thank you," he nodded in her direction, as he desoldered the holographic projection component from his phone. It was old tech, from the late 2200's if he was correct, which he probably was, being that he was now a literal genius. Still, it would suit his needs until he got a shitload of money (somehow) and had a budget for his inventing sprees.

He set the small holographic projector and camera from the faulty smartphone aside as he decided to tackle his All Might-themed alarm clock, opening it up with a phillips head screwdriver until he spied the LED display that the clock had. He quickly unscrewed the screws holding it and unsoldered the connections to free it. Despite all appearances, all LED displays since the early 22nd century had highly configurable screens, allowing you to make anything you wanted on them. Very useful for his first invention.

It went on like this for hours, well into the night and early in the morning, until he finished it. It was a highly modified stylish watch gauntlet, metallic black in appearance. He strapped it on to his left forearm, and after connecting the 9 Volt battery he was covered by a sheen of green, shimmering lightly around him.

Understandably shocked, Desiree worriedly asked, "Master! Are you okay?!"

Midoriya looked at the blue holographic display on his left wrist, it displaying a "100%" with a timer next to it that said "04D 23H 59M 48S." He smiled triumphantly, feeling like a fucking genius.

Oh right.

He was one!

Izuku began to cackle lightly, revelling now in his superiority over others. Sure, women had their quirks and all that other crap.

But him? He could create whatever he damned wanted now. Such as his lovely energy shield that he handcrafted within a night, that ran on a simple 9 Volt battery and lasted for a continuous five days straight if left on. He imagined how much more potent his inventions would become when he got proper crafting ingredients and not scraps from his room. "Yeah, Desiree, I'm okay. This is just science," he calmly explained. "This device can protect me from knives, bullets, energy-based beams; you name it, it can stop it."

"Really? What if you fall?" she asked, floating around him every which way to examine the shimmering green surrounding him.

"I'll have the wind knocked out of me, but I'll be fine. Hell, I can take a swan dive off a tall building and I'll survive no problem," he said before grabbing his personal laptop and opening it and turning it on, waiting for the splash screen of the OS to display. "But this," he gestured to the source of his energy shield before tapping a couple things on the holographic display, turning it off for now, "is only the beginning. I'll be making an AI soon, but to do that I'll need to program it." Finally, he was on the homepage of Google, allowing him to search for what he needed.

"What's an AI?" she asked, absentmindedly wondering when they'd have sex.

"AI stands for artificial intelligence, basically creating a person that doesn't have a body," he replied, downloading a couple of free softwares to make his first AI. As soon as he accessed the software he began to rapidly type, his hands a blur on the keyboard.

Desiree shifted her focus from her master to the television, a show called "Family Guy" playing on the telly. She watched with bored interest, wishing to herself that her master was more horny so they'd have sex already. She watched the television for a solid three episodes of this "Family Guy" before she heard Midoriya stop typing. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he observed his work. Desiree floated over to the screen and all she saw was incomprehensible lines of code, numerous upon numerous lines of it. "How many words did you write?"

"Technically I typed, but to answer I wrote over 10,000 lines of code for my little guy," Izuku said lovingly, patting the top of his laptop. "I wish you were human so we can have sex soon."

Desiree snapped her fingers and in a puff of green smoke she became human again. She watched her master tap a couple of keys on his laptop as she asked excitedly, "We're gonna have sex soon, master?!"

"Yes, as l—long as you're f—fine with it," he stuttered out, a blush on his face before shaking himself out of it. "Desiree, say hi to JARVIS," he asked/commanded while gesturing to a orange circle on a black background on his laptop screen.

"Hi?"

"Hello, Miss Desiree," JARVIS greeted with a british accent, his orange circle growing and shrinking as it spoke. "I imagine that the green-haired man before me is my Sir, correct?"

"Considering that I programmed you to recognize me at a glance, yes I am," Midoriya replied, a smile growing on his face.

"Excellent thinking, but what exactly is my purpose, Sir?" JARVIS asked, looking through the camera lens to see the two.

"You exist to help me with anything, from searching the internet to giving me a vitals check. I'm going to incorporate you into many things, JARVIS."

"Excuse me, Sir, but does my name have any meaning? One of the many things I can get from the internet is that it stands for 'Just A Rather Very Intelligent System,'" the AI asked.

"You're named after Tony Stark's original AI, also called JARVIS. I named you in honor of him."

"This is crazy. That thing's alive?" Desiree suddenly spoke up, pointing to the computer screen.

"Eh, kind of. He needs at the very least another 10,000 lines of code to become a true AI, to become truly alive. Currently he is pretending to be alive at the moment—"

"All thanks to you, Sir."

"—but it's a very good fabrication," Midoriya finished before checking his energy shield to find out the time. "Crap, I wish I had more time," he wished casually, forgetting that he had a sex genie.

Desiree snapped her fingers and the world around them froze, stopped in time. "Done. Now come here, master," she said as she went into the doggy position, jiggling her assets to her master. Her pussy looked wet and needy, while her anus was puckered, clearly wanting him to delve deep inside. "Do you know what I what you do to my ass cheeks?"

"Uh, no…" Midoriya admitted, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. He was the smartest man in the fucking universe, hell, the multiverse for that matter; and he didn't know what his partner wanted?

Pathetic.

"I want you to squeeze them. Manhandle them. Give them the business. See if you can shuffle them. I mean, really get in there and knock them around. No wrong answers, Izuku," she encouraged as she watched her master approach. "And think none of that self-deprecating nonsense, my dear master. You're new to this, so naturally you don't know what to do," she reassured. "Now ravage me!"

Midoriya nodded, subconsciously trying to build more confidence within himself, as he approached his fuckmate. Her caramel-colored skin was hypnotizing to him as he grabbed a handful of her ass. The buttcheek jiggled as he held it, making small waves. It felt divine and so soft, like a pillow he wanted to lay down in. He grabbed at both her ass cheeks with two separate hands, basking in the joy of another woman that was his to dominate, like some wanton desire/instinct from the caveman days. He gave a gentle smack to her backside, watching it ripple and shake from the impact.

"Ooh! Harder, master!" she encouraged, wiggling her ass in his face.

With more confidence he smacked harder than before, stinging his hand and (hopefully) her as well. She gave a squeal of pleasure, which resulted in him hitting even harder, leaving a red imprint behind on her right caramel asscheek. Having some fun he repeated his action on her other cheek, leaving identical prints behind.

"I can't take it anymore! Stick it in, Izuku! I want to feel you inside me, please!" Desiree begged from her position.

"But, uh, don't we need a condom?" he tentatively asked, remembering his days in sex ed class. How uncomfortable he was being the only guy in the room, how uncomfortable it was to get looked at every couple of seconds as his horny classmates eyed him like a piece of meat. Thankfully Kacchan was a large deterrence for some of the more unsavory types, but some of them slipped through the cracks and fondled him until a teacher caught them. Even though he was a victim the principal still gave him detention, saying that he was eye candy for the "poor" girls and they didn't have good self-control and that if he didn't like the attention he should dress more modestly.

Complete bullshit.

But back in present day his sex genie flipped herself so she was on her back, able to look her master in the eye to showcase the disgust on her face. "Condoms? Those stupid things? Why ever would you even want one near you?"

"So I don't get you pregnant? Wait, can you even get pregnant? I mean, you're a genie most of the time, but sometimes you're human, and that could just spell disaster—"

Desiree decided to shut up her adorable little master by suddenly sitting up and kissing him on the mouth. His own lips parted to allow the two to swap spit with each other's tongue, with the young lad being a bit more daring than last time as he wrestled with her's. She pulled away, stopping their snogging in its tracks as she explained, "One, I can't get pregnant. A side effect of being a sex genie, I'm afraid. No wish can do it, sorry. Two, a master like you should never be forced to wear something as silly as a condom."

"But—"

"No buts! My darling master should never have to wear some weird rubber abomination over their cock when they're with me or some other willing slut," she said with force in her tone. "Speaking of your cock, mind if you make another wish?"

"What is it?" Midoriya asked, curious over what wish she wanted him to make.

"Can you wish for your dick to be bigger? I'm a bit of a size queen, and I like them big, Zuku," she said as she made a crude showing of the length she desired with her hands, which was quite big compared to his average pecker.

Izuku, ignoring the new name for him for now, thought for a second on the wish (ever since becoming a genius he thought quickly now) before settling on: "I wish my dick was the perfect size for whoever wants it at the moment."

"Done and I adore your wording," Desiree said as she snapped her fingers, green smoke coming out of her hand and rushing towards Midoriya's penis. His jeans and underwear mysteriously disappeared in a puff of smoke as his penis was magically enlarged so that it was 11 inches in length when aroused (which it most certainly was). "Now that's what I'm talking about!" she said excitedly before laying down in the missionary position. The young man aimed his large dick at the entrance of her honeypot, rubbing the head of his sensitive prick up and down the folds of her pussy lips. "Stop teasing me, master! Just stick it in!"

Heeding her words he slowly began to push himself inside her velvety walls, which was tight and wet as he went deeper and deeper until he was balls-deep inside her. They both simultaneously let out a relieved breath of air as they felt a multitude of feelings, but for one of them this was a whole new experience and he felt like he was gonna cum any second at this point. "Desiree, I wish I could only cum on command."

"G—granted," she stuttered out, trying to breathe as this monster of a cock filled her up and felt like it was rearranging her insides. She snapped her fingers and the wish went into effect, with Midoriya finally feeling like he had a handle on his orgasm.

With his hair-trigger orgasm on control, he started to slowly pump in and out of his exotic beauty of his sex genie. He'd pull out until only the tip remained inside her before thrusting all the way back inside. He kept up this rhythm, gradually increasing the speed until the bed was squeaking in protest.

"Oh fuck. Oh FUCK! That's it, master! Fuck the hell out of your bitch!" she encouraged as she delved a bit into dirty talk. "How does my tight pussy feel, Zuku?"

"It feels fucking fantastic!" Midoriya swore, adding an extra oomph to his next thrust, which caused Desiree to hold tightly onto the mattress sheets with her fingers as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"I'm gonna cum, Izuku! Cum inside me!" she begged as she locked her legs around her master's waist. She watched and felt her master piston-thrust even faster inside her until he finally bottomed out and came inside her, triggering her own orgasm in response as his seed flooded her womb.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking it for all its worth as Midoriya creampied her. He was feeling things he never felt before, namely how good it felt to creampie someone. He swears he'll get spoiled for this and never go back to masturabating at this point.

Why would he when he had a willing fuckmate to do it with?

The two of them met halfway and kissed each other passionately, doing some much needed aftercare after their intense shag. Midoriya pulled out his cock from her pussy, it shrinking as it did so until it was only 6 inches flaccid. He stopped their kissing to say warmly with a smile on his face, "That—that was amazing, Desiree. Thank you."

"Anytime, master. Anytime."