Inspired by Harry Potter and the Lust Genie by PotterSmut12.
Inspired by Total Command by Epsilon110.
Inspired by Blessings of the Goddess: My Hero Academia by MightyMackinac, Vizoc55.
Inspired by Apotheosis by Lord Wolfe.
Inspired by Building from the ground up by MrKage.
Inspired by A Big Hand for the Little Morty by DariganBori.
This story's main element is heavily inspired by Harry Potter and the Lust Genie, a great smutty fanfic that you all should read.
"Who am I kidding?! I bet all of you want to become heroines!" came the voice of their teacher as she tossed her stack of papers into the air as almost all the students began using their quirks. One of them was able to stretch their eyeballs out of their skull by about a foot, another was able to make a torrent of air come flying out of her wrist.
But one student sat in the back of the class, clenching his fists in ugly jealousy as he held his head down in depression. Yes, this was Midoriya Izuku, the green-haired male of his class/the entire school. Born without a quirk (as he was a male), he was the one of the lone students in class not showcasing their quirks, save for Bakugo Katsumi, who was sitting cooly with her shoes on her desk as she sat back in her chair.
"Teach, didn't I tell you not to lump me in with these losers?" Katsumi reminded as she jabbed a thumb in their general direction. Not losing any steam she continued, "I'm not gonna be stuck at the bottom of the barrel like the rest of these asshats!"
"Bakugo, language!" the teacher reprimanded uselessly.
"I'm the one who aced the mock exam for U.A. on their first try. What hope do these weak wannabe heroines have when compared to my lovely quirk?" she asked as she held a hand up before making an explosion in her palm, a small one that popped in the room.
The teacher sighed before looking downwards on a lone piece of paper on her podium, reading it before announcing to the entire class: "Oh, Midoriya, it says here you're trying out for U.A. too," she said with a barely restrained giggle of amusement.
The whole class (save for one individual who was fuming) erupted into a litany of laughs and mocking.
"A man being in U.A., that'd be the day!"
"Did ya hear they needed a Breeder or something?! Ha ha ha!"
"Y—you d—don't need to be a B—Breeder to attend anymore! T—they c—changed that!" Midoriya countered, hating that he was being mocked again, all over his sex. Originally for males to attend U.A. they had to be Breeders, but they changed that five years ago after the wise and all-powerful chimera Nozomi spoke up at "diversifying the classes of students." Still, no male has ever attended U.A., but Midoriya was hoping to change that soon.
The bell rang, signalling to everyone that the end of the day has occurred and to return to home.
But Katsumi was having none of that. "DEKU!" she gritted out as she got close enough to her target and laid a hand on his right shoulder, the area gradually heating up with her quirk Explosion until it was unbearably hot and sizzling the uniform and skin. "You're not going to U.A., Deku. You're gonna be my Breeder when I'm a heroine, right?" she asked, but it sounded more like a statement of fact. Katsumi, ever since she got her quirk and Izuku didn't, had this weird perverse drive to "protect" him, to keep him safe as her personal Breeder when she became a heroine. She'd "protect" him by chasing away any girl (and very rare boy) that tried to talk to him, that even just said a friendly "hello;" she'd "protect" him by beating him up senseless whenever he'd express an interest in doing something even remotely dangerous, like being a police officer or a firefighter; she'd "protected" him her whole life, trying to mold him to be a perfect submissivable Breeder for herself when they got older.
Mechanically he said, "Yes, Kacchan," as he said those exact words over and over so many times, usually when he was crying. However, today was a "lucky" day and he only got off with first-degree burns on his shoulder.
He left school soon after, tuning out and not caring where the hell he was possibly going. He made sure not to bump into any other woman as he made his way to…somewhere.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair!
Why did he have to be born as a male?! Why did only women have quirks and not men?! Why wasn't he good enough, no, smart enough to work his way into U.A. by being a support technician?! It's because he never tried, he never tried to better himself, always wishing with some vain hope that things will somehow work out. He never applied himself, so when he inevitably failed the U.A. Entrance Exam he'd probably fucking kill himself by taking a swan dive off a roof.
Wow, that was a dark train of thought, so dark in fact that it jostled Izuku out of his rumination. He was at…a heavily polluted beach? There was trash everywhere, heaps every which way and taller than him (which wasn't saying much but whatever). The smell then hit his nose and he recoiled in disgust. Against his better thinking he decided to wander deeper into the trash, finding a clearing that had a mound of trash in the center. On the center of the pile of trash was, and he wasn't kidding, an honest-to-god genie lamp, shimmering gold in complexion and seemingly unaffected by the trash surrounding it.
Throwing caution to the wind he approached the genie lamp and grabbed it. It was light within his hands, lighter than an American football. He twisted the genie lamp until he could see his reflection in the metal and he closed his eyes as he rubbed the lamp with his left hand.
"Please let this work," he thought pitifully, knowing how stupid and utterly unlikely it'd be to work.
Unbeknownst to Midoriya Izuku, a green shroud of gas came pouring out rapidly, creating a floating neon green-skinned woman with a tail where her legs should be. "Ha ha, I'm free!" she announced in a sultry voice.
At that Midoriya immediately opened his eyes as he observed the floating entity before him. She was Arabian-looking, skinny but with curves. She had red eyes and had metal bracelets at the end of her wrists, along with blue hoops that dangled from her arms. Her attire was blue-themed, and her corset showed off her ample cleavage. "A—are you a—a villain?!" Midoriya asked hurriedly as he dropped the genie lamp, looking among the trash to find a suitable weapon (if needed).
"A villain? Oh not at all, dear master," she immediately soothed, floating closer to her new master. She picked up her discarded genie lamp as she cupped her master's cheek. "I'm your new best friend, sugar," she said kindly, a fond smile on her face before she pushed the genie lamp into his clavicle region. Instead of what was supposed to happen, it getting stopped by his skin, it somehow went through his body, it becoming a tattoo on it.
"My best friend? W—what are y—you?" Izuku asked, entranced by her beauty.
"I'm a genie, well, a sex genie to be more exact," she patiently explained as she floated a little away from him. "My name is Desiree, and I will grant you any sexual wish you so desire."
Midoriya blue-screened at that revelation. He now had a sex genie? That could grant any sexual desire he wanted?
"And no, before you ask, you don't have a limit on your wishes. I'm not a run-of-the-mill kind of genie."
"What do you mean?" he asked, a curious look on his face as he somehow conjured a brand-new notebook and pencil to write down what she was going to say.
With a snap of her fingers and a puff of green mist, Desiree created a blackboard and chalk. As she spoke she paraphrased what she said and wrote it down, "First, since you're my new master my life is kinda tied to your life. I'm bound to you, master, until you die at least. When you die my genie lamp will come out of you and I'll be stuck in that damned thing until some other cutie finds me."
Midoriya blushed at her words.
"Second, I can't kill people. Not that kind of genie," she reiterated.
"Well, I don't want anyone dead so that's fine. Anything else?"
"Yep, but what's your name, sugar?" she asked, turning around to face her nameless master.
"Izuku. Midoriya Izuku."
"Okay, that's a nice name, Izuku. My last rule is that I can only grant sexually-related wishes. As an example, you can wish to be rich, as women would want to have sex with a rich man."
"Can't anything be sexually-related if I phrase it correctly?" Midoriya asked.
Desiree smiled brightly, "Now you're thinking, master. Good boy," she praised as she proceeded to pet his unruly green hair. Midoriya subconsciously moved closer to her cold hand, basking in the affection as he was touch-starved because of Kacchan. "Now, master, what is your first wish? A bigger cock, perhaps? To be taller?"
"Uh, I don't know. Can we go back to my room?" he asked.
"We can, however you need to wish for it~," she reminded, a teasing smile on her face.
"I, uh, wish that we were in my room," he wished.
"So you have wished it, so it shall be," Desiree canted, a green mist flowing out her hands as it surrounded the both of them.
In a flash they were now magically teleported into Midoriya's room. It had All Might memorabilia everywhere, covering the walls and almost all surfaces.
"Who is this woman?" the sex genie asked, approaching one of the posters of the heroine and touching it.
"That's All Might, the number one pro heroine of Japan! How do you not know that?" he asked, surprised she didn't know one of the most famous people in the world.
"I've been trapped in my genie lamp for the past three or four hundred years, master, so please enlighten me."
Thirty minutes later
"So you live in a super-powered society where heroes are celebrities and men are treated as lower-class citizens, only to be seen as breeding stock and stay-at-home husbands, is that right?" Desiree asked, trying to wrap her head around the concept. Her master nodded in confirmation, allowing her to continue, "You know, back when I was around it was the men who ruled over everything, who had an ironclad grip on everything between politics and their wives, and yes, I mean wives, plural; I'm that old. Your life is messed up, Izuku, but good thing you have me~," she said with a husky voice. "Now you can get revenge on this society!" she declared with an evil glint in her eye.
Midoriya tilted his head to the side as he innocently asked, "Revenge? Why would I want that?"
Desiree guffawed as she floated to her master, pulling at his cheeks with her cold hands as she cooed, "Oh my god, my master is totally oblivious and malleable! Izuku, don't you feel wronged by someone, anyone?" she asked sweetly.
The green-haired boy thought for a second before his eyes flashed with recognition, picturing within his mind someone who had "protected" him almost his entire life.
His genie saw the change in his eyes as she nodded, "Good, you're not completely innocent, that'd make this so much harder. I'm guessing it's this Bakugo girl?"
"How do you know her name?" Midoriya asked, confused as he never told her about Kacchan.
"Master, I neglected to tell you but your memories are an open book to me, and I've been stealthily reading them this entire time. You've been wronged by this 'Kacchan' girl, someone who clearly loves you, in her own twisted way. Wouldn't you like to shut her up with your cock in her mouth? To mating press her womb and flood it with your potent seed? To get even with her, to mindfuck her?"
Izuku was blushing hard at her descriptions, imagining all the things he could do to Kacchan, if he was a cruel bastard at least. "I can't do that, Desiree, that's wrong."
"Is it though? She's made your life a living hell, and for what? Wanting to 'protect' you until you're a Breeder and she's a hero? Master, she deserves punishment, especially from you. Think of it as poetic justice, if it helps you sleep at night."
Midoriya backed away from his sex genie as he vehemently shook his head, "No! It's wrong to force yourself on another without consent! I'm not hate-fucking her, Desiree, even…even if she may deserve it," he admitted shyly, losing his steam. He shook his head again, slapping his cheeks to force himself out of his funk. "Besides, can't I just…have you? I can wish for you to be human again so we could…we could have sex, right?" he asked, his cheeks reddening at his own question.
"Of course you can fuck me, master! How do you want me? And make sure you saw it with 'I wish.'"
"I wish for you to be human again so I can…have sex with you," he said with some trepidation in his voice.
Desiree felt her powers surge within her as she said, "So you have wished it, so it shall be!" Green mist came out of her hands and surrounded the genie, shrouding her from view until it parted, revealing a standing Desiree in her human form (this time having legs instead of a tail). Her skin was a rich tanned color, like caramel. Her attire was the same, however it was tight against her body, showcasing her assets even more so than her genie form. She stretched her arms and her legs as she lazily said, "That feels good! It's been too long since I've been a human again. Come here, master," as she called him over with her index finger.
On autopilot (as he felt like this was a dream that he didn't want to wake up from), Midoriya shuffled closer to his personal genie until the two of them were sharing the same air they were that close. She was a few inches shorter than her master, and she used a hand to crane his head down to hers. She leaned in to kiss him, and the two met lips first. He was a novice in kissing, as she could tell by how hesitant and clumsy he was. Her heart melted at how innocent and naive her newest master was, making her gleeful inside on how much she could mold him into the most perfect master she'd ever have to date. Besides that, Desiree opened her mouth and prodded her tongue against her master's closed lips, wanting entrance, shocking him until he warily opened his own mouth and she pounced, wrestling with his tongue, hoping her master would gain some confidence and put her into submission.
For Midoriya he was on cloud nine, never knowing how nice and hot it was to kiss another person. He commanded his tongue to play with Desiree's tongue, the two interlocking and swapping spit with each other. His erection was pressing up against her thigh, which felt heavenly for the young man. He subtly rubbed himself on her, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Someone's happy," she giggled out as she felt up her master's clothed erection. By her rough estimate it was average, for a young boy at least. "Master, in time you'll grow to be more dominant, but for now just follow my lead, okay?" she requested, getting a quick nod of yes from him. "Good," she said before pushing her master off of her and onto the bed. He sank a bit into the bedding, a little confused before Desiree started to pull off his school pants and underwear. His five inch erection bobbed out, barely missing her face. It was cute in how modest it was, and she hoped that sooner (rather than later) her master would wish for it to be bigger. "Hold on tight, master~."
Midoriya watched as she instantly deepthroated his cock all the way to the base, not even making a gagging noise at all. Immediately the green-haired boy felt pleasure unlike anything he's ever been able to muster himself. It felt so good, the suction and the wet moist chamber of her mouth ruining his private masturbation sessions. Now that he thought about it, at this rate he'd be spoiled for blowjobs and never go back to masturbating himself.
She bobbed her head up and down rapidly, facefucking herself on her master's cock. His pubic hair was surprisingly well-groomed and taken care of, something she appreciated in a man. After a while she felt his cock twitch inside of her mouth, signaling that he was close, and she redoubled her efforts.
"I—I'm g—gonna cum!" he warned, but he watched as she continued undeterred. Eventually he burst and his cum painted the walls of her mouth, and he was quite backed up from not cumming earlier today. He pumped out five—no, six times into her mouth, which Desiree took greedily.
"Mmmmh, nice and salty," she praised before showcasing her empty mouth, which had traces of his slimy viscous cum that was still sticking to her throat slightly.
"Salty? I'd rather it be a treat to you than it be salty," he mused. Desiree gave him a deadpan look before gesturing to herself. "Oh yeah! I mean, I wish my cum tasted like the sweetest treat in the world to the women who drink it."
His genie simply smiled and snapped her thumb and middle finger together, "Done, and oh my. This does taste good," she said as she tried to get the remnants of Izuku's cum down her throat. "What next, master?"
Midoriya rubbed the back of his head as he yawned, "Can we, uh, actually go to sleep together on my bed? I'm kinda worn out from how amazing you did."
Desiree was equal parts proud and needy. She really needed a dose of his cum in her womb, but her cute, nearly innocent master wanted to rest. "Sure, sugar, anything for you~," she replied as the two repositioned themselves on the bed, Midoriya being the big spoon while Desiree was the little spoon. He was still pantless and his dick was pressed right up against her bum, which was soft and squishy to him. He hugged his sex genie from behind, his hands resting on her breasts. "Night, master," she said as the two fell asleep.
