To Melissa and Midnight

Melissa wasn’t sure how Izuku had managed it. Whoever this investor of his was, they had a mansion of monolithic proportions. She’d never heard of the Yaoyorozu family before, save for a faint memory of a classmate of Midoriya’s, but she doubted they were the same one. Surely if that family were going to fund a new hero agency they would place their faith in their daughter.

Irregardless, this was an incredible opportunity. Izuku had a quirk that would be unstoppable once he got a handle on it, a personality as unfailingly good as All Might, and a face that was already suited to merchandise.

Well, in her opinion at least.

She’d heard some people describe him as boring-looking, but personally she couldn’t get the image of Izuku unleashing the full potential of his quirk out of her mind. Green lightning crackling around him, tearing through a gauntlet that could survive a collision with a rocket launch, and unleashing a shockwave with the power to split the heavens. Wind tousling his hair, toned body flexing in the moonlight, kind eyes sparkling with determination…

Yeah, she was down bad.

But! That was just another perk of this offer. She could spend time with Izuku, work on improving his support items. See if he was single.

The wrought-iron gates finally cracked open, two guards ready to escort her on the other side. As they walked down the massive driveway, Melissa’s thoughts moved to the guards. They were odd, she thought. The guards on I-Island always had some amount of misanthropy about them, a discontent with their lot in life. Even the ones who liked their jobs had an air of laziness.

The guards here seemed like every moment of their job was massively important, as though they unreservedly adored it. Maybe they were just paid well. Public funding was rarely generous to those doing grunt work.

The grandeur continued into the entrance of the mansion, though Melissa was more concerned with the telltale signs of a hidden security network. It looked state of the art, too, a couple air quality checks, infrared and ultraviolet cameras to catch those with invisibility quirks, and every other bell and whistle a security firm would try to flog to its customers.

A short, well dressed man was waiting for her in the hall. He smiled widely as he saw her enter. “Miss Shield!” He spread his arms out. “I’m Mister Yaoyorozu, I’ll be running through your contract with you. If you’d like, we can head straight to the study and get to business. Or, if you’re feeling down from travel, you could rest a little in one of our guest rooms.”

Melissa was a little tired, to be sure, but still. “I think I’d prefer to get through the business before I relax, Mister Yaoyorozu.”

“Of course!” He said jollily, turning back to the mansion interior. “Just this way then, Miss Shield.”

He led the blonde engineer to a comfortable study, a stained oak desk taking up the centre of the room. The non-wooden surfaces of the room were a verdant green, and a moderately sized window overlooked the gorgeous gardens at the back of the mansion.

Mister Yaoyorozu settled into a swivelling chair that currently faced away from the window, while Melissa sat in a regular one across from him.

“Now,” he said, “let’s start with the part I’m sure you’re most worried about. The pay. Our starting offer is listed here.” He lay a sheet of paper down in front of her.

Melissa’s eyes went wide. I-Island academy had a class on what engineers could expect to be paid, depending on their renown and employer. Her father had confirmed that even his best jobs had barely exceeded the upper limit. The Yaoyorozu starting offer doubled it.

“Is there a problem, Miss Shield?”

Melissa shook her head frantically. “No, no, quite the opposite. I’m just surprised at your generosity.”

“Mister Midoriya is rather fond of you, so we felt it appropriate.”

She frowned. “That reminds me actually. Forgive me for asking, but if I recall, you have a daughter in the same class as Izuku. Why are you forming the agency around him instead of her?”

“Momo’s joining the agency as well, but we’ve decided it’s better to center it around Izuku.”

“Is she happy with that?”

Mister Yaoyorozu chuckled. “She’s rather orgasmi- I mean ecstatic about it. Once you spend a little more time here, I’m sure you’ll understand why.”

Melissa’s stomach dropped. If that meant what she thought it did, that meant Izuku was off the market. Pretty permanently, if the family was willing to start a whole agency around him.

A snort of derision sounded behind her. Craning her neck around, Melissa saw two absolutely stunning women. One looked very similar to her memory of Momo, albeit clearly older. The other was the source of the snort. She had delicate features, with brown hair done up in a high ponytail and clothing that toed the line between fashion and pornography.

“You’re half right, Melissa. That meant exactly what you thought it did, but Izuku is far from off the market.”

Melissa blinked. She hadn’t seen a mind-reading quirk in quite some time. From what she’d heard, it was usually best to just treat her thoughts as part of the conversation around them. “So it’s an open relationship then? I’ve never met someone who’s actually in one before. It’s nice to know that he’s happy, though.”

The woman arched a single, sculpted eyebrow. “That’s unexpected. Guess it’s one less thing to change, though.”

“Change?”

“Your biggest motivation is now the happiness of Izuku.”

Melissa considered the woman’s words. They were pretty out of left field, but they made sense. Izuku was the best person she’d ever met. He was incredibly attractive. And while justice was important, Izuku wouldn’t be happy without the pursuit of it. That was why she’d fallen in love with him.

And if he were in an open relationship, then she could make him happy with more than justice.

The odd thing was why this had never occurred to her before. All it had taken was the words of this woman to make it all clear.

This woman who could read minds. Whose quirk had no reason to be limited to just that much. Melissa sighed. Her mind had been altered. Though, to be honest, she was still getting paid a mint. And the mind-controller’s primary motivation was apparently the happiness of Izuku, which Melissa wanted even before she’d been controlled. Probably.

The woman cocked her head to the side. “Huh. It normally takes a little more than that to bring people around.” She stepped over to Melissa, holding out her hand. “I’m Ren Yamada, and I have a gift for you.”

“Another one? You’ve already given so much, though.” She could be with Izuku, while working her incredibly salaried dream job.

Ren giggled. “Better than the salary, maybe not as good as being with our darling. How would you like to be a super-genius?”

While Ren bestowed the previously quirkless Melissa with High Specs, Izuku was heading back to his dorm room after a day of classes. Momo’s newfound closeness to him had been taken in different ways by the class. Mina and Jirou had picked up on the subtext immediately, spending their free moments either talking to each other in hushed tones or interrogating Momo about the situation. Mineta had taken a far more direct approach, declaring Izuku as his eternal rival and asking Tsuyu to help him start a harem.

She flat-out refused.

Other than Momo’s insistence on stealing kisses whenever she could, it had been the most normal day Izuku had experienced since meeting Ren. He didn’t really trust that it’d stay that way, though. Given how women had been approaching him recently, he half expected to find Midnight hog-tied on his bed.

He chuckled at the mental image. Like that would ever actually happen. Momo, Mitsu, and Mei were one thing, but Midnight was a pro hero. She was far out of his league.

Opening the door to his room, he had two thoughts.

First, that he should really stop tempting fate. Or, considering how it tended to go, should do it more often.

The second was an awakening of sorts. Seeing the R-rated hero tied up in such an erotic way was doing things for him he didn’t know he could feel.

“Ohhhh, Midoriya! Glad you’ve finally shown up. Those girlfriends of yours are rather considerate, you know. Ren was so very helpful explaining just how important you are, and what you can do for me. Or how you can do me, I suppose. And Mei is surprisingly good with ropes.” She stretched herself out a little, ropes straining against her alabaster skin. “Now, why don’t you come over here and have a little fun?”

Izuku closed the door behind him, nervously approaching the bed. Lying next to Nemuri was a riding crop, full of tantalising potential.

“You can pick it up, you know. I’d prefer it that way.”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Pleasure and pain really aren’t that far apart.” She sighed. “I’ll tell you what, if I get uncomfortable I’ll either yell the word ‘orangutan’ or start clicking my fingers, okay? Unless I do, though, you do what you want. However depraved it may be.” She smiled a little at the thought.

Wrapping his hand around the leather handle of the crop, Izuku softly hit it against Nemuri’s ass.

“Harder.” was her only response. He struck her again, eliciting a moan this time. “Harder.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one giving the orders?” Izuku wondered aloud.

“Start hitting hard and maybe you’ll be able t-unh.” Her teasing was cut off by Midoriya hitting her as hard as he could with the crop. “That’s more like it!”

His cock now straining against his pants, Izuku began stripping, striking her again when she started complaining about being neglected. Two parallel red lines were now showing on Nemuri’s ass.

“Finally having a little fun ar-mmph.” Her teasing was cut off again, this time by Izuku shoving his cock into her mouth. He grabbed a handful of her already-messy hair as he thrust in and out of her eager gullet. Unable to service him with her hands, she tried to make up the difference with sheer enthusiasm, slobbering and slurping around his shaft.

While her convulsing throat squeezed and gripped his dick, Izuku rolled Midnight over so she was on her back. He began to play with her tits, pulling and kneading them with heedless abandon. Getting an idea, he grabbed the riding crop and began punctuating his thrusts with occasional blows to her tits. Each one brought its own orgasmic scream, heightening Izuku’s pleasure until eventually he shot his load into the greedy mouth of Nemuri Kayama.

She swallowed eagerly as Izuku spun her around. “They’re all yours, lover-boy. Any hole you want.”

“Any?” He asked, brushing the head of his cock against Midnight’s puckered asshole.

“Any.” She said huskily, straining back to grind against his tip.

Izuku grinned, rolling her onto her front. Using the rope binding her hands and feet as a handle, he began easing his cock into her tight ass. As it pushed through her rosebud, she let out a shuddering breath.

“Yes. Yes.Yes!” Throaty moans punctuated Nemuri’s exclamations as her ass was torn into by Izuku’s cock. He brought his free hand down on her asscheek, eyeing the ripple that ran through her flesh as it mixed with ones from his hips slamming into hers.

Midnight flexed her ass around him as much as she could, and her grasping hole soon pushed Izuku into his second orgasm, filling her back hole with cream. When he pulled out his cock her ass gaped open, retaining the shape of the invading pole.

Nemuri rolled over herself this time spreading her legs to expose her needful pussy. “Let’s try something else, cutie. While you slam that bitchbreaker into me, why don’t you wrap your hands around something their size?” She stretched out her head exposing her neck.

“Do you mean?”

“Mhm. keep pressure on the sides, stud. I want an orgasm or three, not a crushed windpipe.”

Izuku reached his hands out, gingerly wrapping around her delicate throat. He slowly began to apply pressure, careful not to hurt her.

Nemuri rolled her eyes at how gentle he was being, but before she could speak up was interrupted by Izuku slamming his cock home, stretching out her cunt. Her moans became quieter as he squeezed his hands tighter, until finally she was delirious with pleasure. Her unfocused eyes had rolled up into her skull, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Using the bound hero as he pleased pushed Izuku into his final orgasm, ropes of cum jetting into Nemuri’s writhing pussy. Panting, he let go of her throat as the two of them came down from their sexual high.

Nemuri gazed up at him with adoration. “Ren was right, you are the only one who can please me. I hope you won’t mind adding me to that little harem of yours. This cock is far too good to pass up.”

Izuku began picking at the knots that bound her. “Of course I don’t mind Midnight. You- uh, you’re very attractive.” Despite having just had the R-rated hero bound and begging, Izuku blushed a little as he spoke.

“You’ve been inside every hole on my body, Izuku. You can call me Nemuri. I insist, in fact.” Hands freed, Nemuri quickly untied the rest of the ropes, and pulled Izuku in for a gentle kiss. “You have a while until dinner. Care to cuddle until then?”

“I think I’d like that.” Still nude, the two climbed under the covers, wrapping their arms around each other. Izuku nuzzled into Nemuri’s untidy mane of hair, still not quite sure how he’d gotten this lucky in life.