Closeted Fun

“Izuku!” Walking out of his class, towards the cafeteria, the boy in question was stopped by a shout from Melissa. She ran down the hall, waving at him with one hand while clutching a clipboard to her chest with the other.

“Melissa? What are you doing here?” Izuku turned, confusion on his face. Tenya, Ochako, and Momo were with him, toting their bags along with them.

“I haven’t had the chance to see you yet! I wanted to catch up.” Finally reaching the group, Melissa slowed to a rest.

“Miss Shield.” Tenya stepped in. “Though I appreciate the enthusiasm, the cafeteria seating plan I have drawn up does not consider extra people. Please wait until we are back at the dormitories to continue this.”

Momo tapped him on the shoulder. “Iida, class representative powers don’t extend to the cafeteria. You can’t stop her from coming along”

Frowning, Tenya opened his mouth to retort, but Melissa interrupted before he could start.

“I’ll happily wait to meet up with everyone else, Tenya, but I wanted to show Izuku something. Mind if I steal him for a while?”

“You should stay, Melissa! It’s been ages. Don’t let Tenya get you down.” Ochako protested.

Tenya sniffed. “A healthy respect for schedules is not ‘getting anybody down’, Uraraka.”

“I’d prefer some one-on-one time, actually. Don’t worry about it, Ochako, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Well, that settles it.” Momo, having caught onto Melissa’s intentions, pushed a bewildered Izuku towards her soon-to-be harem mate. “We’ll see you two later.” She turned, pulling Tenya and Ochako away behind her.

Izuku regarded Melissa. “So, what did you want to show me? Have you and Mei made a breakthrough?”

“Oh, more than you’d believe. But actually, I was thinking…” Her gaze travelled around the hallway, alighting on a closet. Mischievous glint entering her eye, she grabbed his collar and led him to it, shoved him inside, and slipped in after him.

Izuku blushed lightly as Melissa pressed up against him.

“It’s pretty tight in here.” He said, Ren’s words from the day before echoing in his skull.

Melissa chuckled. “I don’t think we’ll be needing much personal space. Not for what we’re doing.”

Her hand reached down to cup Izuku’s now-hardening bulge, slow caresses hastening its bloating. In a world where Izuku hadn’t had Midnight hog-tied on his bed, he may have been too nervous to do anything but enjoy the ride.

This, however, was the world where Izuku captured Melissa’s lips in a fierce kiss. As she groped his groin, he returned the favour by lifting his hand to knead her hefty breast. They pressed their bodies into each other, trying their hardest to bring as much of themselves into contact with the other as they could. The kiss became more heated, tongues wrestling one another as hands wandered beneath clothes. Izuku’s snuck under the hem of Melissa’s shirt, fingers glancing against her heated midriff, trailing higher and higher until he could push off her bra. His other slid into her waistband, getting a handful of her pillowy ass.

Melissa’s hand undid his belt, sliding down his underwear to expose Izuku’s throbbing cock. She began tenderly fondling his balls, letting them gently roll through her fingers.

Izuku broke off the kiss, staring deeply into Melissa’s eyes.

“Holy shit.” She whispered. “That was so much better than I imagined it would be. And believe me, expectations were high.”

Frantically, her hand went to her pants, shoving them down to expose her dripping pussy. She grasped Izuku’s cock and, in a single thrust, sunk down to the base.

She whimpered. Izuku, moving both hands to her bountiful ass, lifted her to begin pounding into her grasping, needful cunt. At the same time, he crashed his lips into hers, muffling the wantful moans of ecstasy that flew heedless from her panting mouth. Their tongues did not wrestle this time, as Izuku was doing little more than stopping Melissa’s tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Shivering and shuddering through a near-constant orgasm, Melissa’s mind had practically shut off, eyes rolling into the back of her skull, throwing her hips without care for Izuku’s rhythm, a physical showing of her careless demand.

The silky embrace of Melissa’s cunt proved too much for her green-haired lover, and he climaxed deep inside of her, spurting his creamy load deep into her greedy depths.

The panting afterglow was interrupted as the door to the closet flew open, revealing a mischievous looking Midnight.

“Nice to see you’re slamming that magnificent hunk of man meat into another woman, Izuku my dear. Class starts in three minutes, though, so you should clean up quickly.”

Emboldened by having his cock lodged in a beautiful woman, Izuku met her gaze evenly. “You aren’t going to mark me late, are you Nemuri?”

“Of course not, stud. In fact, keep looking at me like that and I might end up being late as well. Actually…” She trailed off, fingers idly travelling to the buckles on her costume.

Izuku laughed, slowly letting Melissa down. “I don’t want lesson prep to go to waste. Actually, I had some questions about the old hero portraits we covered last lesson I wanted to ask you.”

Nemuri pouted. “Shame. You’re so cute when you’re being a good student, though. Maybe we should do some… tutoring later.”

“It’s a date.” Nemuri smiled a little at his words. “I need to get dressed, though, so…”

“Of course!” Midnight leant down, swiping the trail of cum dribbling down Melissa’s inner thigh and sticking the finger in her mouth. “See you soon, stud.” She said, closing the door to the closet behind her.

Melissa groaned. “I’ve never been so happy that someone fucked a teacher.” She said, slowly starting to rearrange her bra, shirt, and sweater, not yet bothering with her pants.

Izuku grinned blissfully. “Did you see the look on her face?”

“Yeah, she was halfway to fucking you with her eyes alone.”

“No, when she opened the door. She looked so happy. She knew we were in here, and she just wanted to spook us.”

“Uh…”

“It was so cute.”

“Look Izuku, I like to be a bit more straightforward in my attraction.” Melissa shakily got to her feet, finally starting to fix her pants up. “But if you’re happy, that’s the important thing.”

The two of them finished dressing and briefly kissed once more, splitting off from one another once they left the closet. Melissa, heady glow about her, made her way back to the support classroom.

You turned as she entered, right behind the last stragglers from lunch. Power Loader spared her a glance, but didn’t comment. Nezu had already explained the situation, and he’d had time to acclimatise to her presence.

“Ren!” She greeted you excitedly, cheeks still flushed and hair not quite as neat she thought it was. “I wasn’t expecting you! How have you been?”

“Good! Though, by the look of things, not quite as good as you.”

“Well, I hadn’t seen Izuku in a while. I wanted to make our catch-up special.”

“Yeah yeah, you pulled Izuku into a closet and had him fuck your brains out, now help me move the rest of this stuff through the portal.” Mei cut in, shoving a box full of prototypes into Melissa’s arms.

“Where are we taking it?”

“We’re getting a lab upgrade. It’s at… uhhhh…”

“The Yaoyorozu mansion.” You stepped in to fill the knowledge Mei hadn’t cared to remember.

Melissa giggled. “Oh, I remember. You’re going to love it there, Mei. There’s a lot of space.”

“I’d love it sooner if you moved that through the portal, Melissa.” Mei called out as she filled a box with sheets of notes.

“Will do.” You could feel Melissa’s happiness. Apparently getting Mei to remember her name was an important step in their friendship or something? You weren’t really sure, the only person you’d ever wanted to be friends with was Izuku. And he wasn’t the kind of person to resist an offer of friendship.

“You two finish moving this.” You said. “I’ll get the wayports to everyone.” In the day since you’d last seen the support duo, they’d refined the portal to an impressive degree. Using the main portal as a nexus, there were far smaller extensions that could be set up. Travelling directly between the wayports wasn’t possible, unless you stopped off at the nexus in between.

The wayports were the size and shape of an american football, albeit with one of the points flattened to make a stand. The exterior was frosted steel, lit up with lines of blue and green lights, which wrapped around a button that was a combined DNA-fingerprint sensor. Biological two-factor authentication.

It sounded complicated, but in practice it just meant you had to lick your finger before pressing the button.

You grabbed a crate, began loading it up with the wayports, and headed off to Izuku’s class to hand them out. While for now most of his harem were on campus, it was only a matter of time until that stopped being the case. Once it did, you still wanted Izuku to have access to all his women. Whenever he wanted.