There will be slight r18 give me feedback if yall don't want this type of stuff in this fanfic i need to know please. I will mark it in chapter before it starts.thanks for reading.
Yes
NO
---
U.A.'s first weekend arrived faster than any of them expected.
The sun lifted over campus with a gentle warmth, far softer than the intensity of training days. The air smelled faintly of the trees lining the pathways, and the dorms buzzed with the rare energy of freedom — no drills, no quirk tests, no Aizawa lurking like a sleep-deprived specter.
Izuku stretched in the hallway outside his room, rolling his shoulders until his joints popped softly.
After the battle trial, after the shadow army, after the exhaustion… this quiet morning felt like a breath he'd been holding for months.
His phone buzzed.
Nerissa: Get dressed. Cute casual. Breakfast date day. No arguing.
Momo: We're meeting downstairs in fifteen minutes.
Shōko: Don't be late. Nerissa will drag you.
Izuku exhaled a small laugh.
So today… was theirs.
He showered quickly, combed his hair, and pulled on a dark hoodie with subtle blue accents, clean jeans, and a soft jacket — simple, comfortable, but still something that made him feel presentable.
When he stepped into the common area, Momo was already there in a soft cream sweater and pleated skirt, elegant even in casual wear. Shōko leaned against the wall nearby, wearing a navy jacket and black jeans, hair tied loosely over one shoulder. Nerissa was last to appear, bounding out of the elevator in ripped black leggings, a sapphire tank top, and a cropped black jacket — bright-eyed, energized, and dangerous before caffeine.
The moment she saw Izuku, she pointed.
"Good. You look cute. Approved."
Shōko tilted her head. "Agreed."
Momo nodded politely. "Very much so."
Izuku flushed immediately. "W-why are you all—"
"Because," Nerissa cut in, looping her arm through his as Momo took his other side, "this is our first real date since school started, and you're taking all three of us out."
Shōko slipped ahead of them, pushing the glass door open.
"Breakfast first," she said. "We need fuel."
Izuku smiled at the simplicity of it — the routine, the normalcy, the warmth radiating from all three girls.
They stepped outside into the sunlight, the breeze tugging gently at their clothes as U.A.'s vast campus opened before them.
No training.
No battles.
No teachers watching.
Just a morning meant for them.
A well-earned moment of peace.
---
The café was warm and sunlit, the kind of cozy corner booth that practically invited closeness.
Izuku slid in first, and Momo didn't hesitate to sit snugly beside him — so close her thigh pressed against his, her hand naturally resting on his leg as she adjusted her napkin.
Across from them, Shōko sat close enough that her knee touched his under the table, and she didn't move away. Nerissa sprawled comfortably on his other side, looping her arm through his and leaning her head briefly on his shoulder.
They only pulled back when the waiter approached.
Nerissa kicked Izuku lightly under the table.
"Order the cinnamon roll. It makes your face do that cute scrunchy thing."
Momo, still with her hand on his thigh, smiled softly.
"She's right. You brighten when you eat sweet things."
Izuku flushed, but didn't move either of their hands away.
Shōko reached across the table with her cup, tapping the rim of her glass with her finger.
"Here, try this, it's really good."
When the food arrived, Nerissa stole a bite of the cinnamon roll, leaned in, and kissed him quickly on the lips with a satisfied hum.
"Perfect," she said. "Now it tastes sweeter."
Momo raised a brow but only leaned in and kissed Izuku's cheek, whispering, "It's rude not to get my turn."
Shōko didn't say anything — she simply cupped Izuku's jaw gently and pressed a soft, confident kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, her expression was faintly pink, but steady.
Izuku barely survived breakfast.
---
Later, at the craft stalls, Momo held his hand with both of hers — fingers intertwined, palms warm. When she found the bracelet she liked, she didn't just slip it onto his wrist. She stood close enough that her chest brushed his arm, eyes soft as she fastened the clasp.
"It matches your eyes," she murmured.
Before he could respond, she guided his chin toward her and kissed him fully — slow, warm, and just long enough to make his knees unsteady.
When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his shoulder.
"I love moments like this," she whispered.
Izuku squeezed her waist in return.
---
Izuku and Shoko sat on the koi pond bench, cherry blossoms drifting past. Shōko didn't hesitate — she curled right against his side, tucking her legs neatly and resting her head on his shoulder. Taking the chance to get some alone time while the other 2 were away doing something.
Her hand slid onto his chest, fingers drawing small, absent circles through the fabric.
Izuku placed his hand over hers, and she intertwined their fingers silently.
After a long stretch of peaceful quiet, she lifted her face toward his.
"Can I?" she asked softly — not from shyness, but from her habit of quiet respect.
Izuku nodded.
She kissed him gently at first… then again, more sure, more lingering, her thumb stroking his cheek.
When she settled back against him, she whispered:
"I like that."
Izuku kissed the top of her head.
---
In the lively riverside market, Nerissa didn't just hold his arm — she claimed it, pressing closer than necessary squeezing his arm between her ample chest, her fingers occasionally sliding across his stomach or chest just to watch him blush.
When she handed him the sparkler, she slipped in front of him, arms around his waist, staring into his eyes.
"I like being here," she said, voice warm against his chest.
"Like this. With you."
She looked up, pulled him down by his hoodie, and kissed him fully — no hesitation, no shyness, just a warm, bright, honest kiss that made the world spark like the lights in their hands.
She grinned after.
"You taste like cinnamon rolls. Nice."
Izuku was too dazed to respond.
---
At sunset, the four of them stood at the top of a small hill overlooking the glowing city.
Momo linked their fingers together, her other hand already resting on his thigh as she leaned against him.
Shōko sat behind him, arms sliding around his waist, cheek resting between his shoulder blades.
Nerissa flopped against his other side, head on his shoulder, hand sliding confidently across his thigh as she settled in.
Izuku found himself completely enveloped—warmth on every side, the soft press of their bodies, the scent of their perfume mixing in the breeze.
"Best date so far," Nerissa murmured.
Momo smiled. "Certainly not the last."
Shōko closed her eyes. "I like us. Just like this."
Izuku wrapped his arms around all three as the sky turned gold and violet.
"It's getting late, we should head back soon". Said izuku
---
-slight r18 start- (skip if you want its basically the rest of the chapter)
The dorm building was quiet when the four of them returned from their date, laughter still lingering in the hallway like warmth trailing behind them. They walked together down the soft carpeted corridor toward their rooms.
But Izuku didn't stop at his door.
He opened it, stepped inside halfway…
and then turned and caught all three of them by the waist, pulling them in with him in one smooth, bold motion.
The door snapped shut behind them.
All three girls froze in surprise — not fear, but stunned by the very un-Izuku-like confidence.
Izuku backed them toward his bed, breath steady, eyes bright with a heat they weren't used to seeing so openly and a bold grin on his face.
"You teased me all day," he said, voice low but steady.
"Now… it's my turn."
Nerissa blinked, then grinned like she'd just won the lottery.
"Oh damn… who turned you on like this?"
"You did," Izuku answered without hesitation.
"All of you did."
Momo's breath caught, cheeks warming beautifully.
Shōko looked up at him with a rare, wide-eyed softness — the kind she only showed when something genuinely caught her off guard.
Izuku stepped forward.
The three of them stepped back…
but only so far as the edge of his bed.
Then there was no more room to retreat.
Izuku reached out first, taking Momo by the waist and pulling her flush against him. She gasped — a soft, surprised sound — just before he kissed her, deep and slow, one hand sliding up her back then around to play with her chest, the other settling firmly on her butt massaging it vigorously.
Momo melted instantly, fingers curling in his shirt, breath unsteady and warm, letting out soft moans of enjoyment.
When he finally pulled away, she was flushed and breathless.
Shōko didn't wait.
She slipped behind him, arms sliding around his middle, her lips brushing the side of his neck in a soft, deliberate kiss.
Izuku shuddered.
Shōko's voice was barely a whisper:
"I like this side of you."
Nerissa wasn't about to be left behind.
She pushed gently between them, cupped Izuku's face in both hands, and kissed him full on the mouth — hungry, slow, savoring every second.
Her body pressed right against his, and she hummed into the kiss like she could drink him in.
When she pulled back, she bit her lip.
"Finally. You're learning."
Izuku, still bold, caught her wrists and pulled her down with him onto the bed.
The other two followed without a word.
Soon he was sitting on the bed with all three girls pressed around him — Nerissa straddling his lap, Momo curled against his right side with her hand on his thigh working up towards his crouch, Shōko against his left, fingers hooked lightly in the fabric of his shirt slowly pulling it off.
Their lips found his in turns — soft, lingering, warm.
Their hands explored each other's body, slow patterns: up his arms, across his chest, along his thighs when they sat beside him.
Izuku kissed each of them back with the same boldness he'd shown at the door — surprising them, thrilling them, touching them all over in ways that made them all feel hot and bothered.
At one point, Nerissa pulled back with a smirk.
"So this is what happens when we push you too far, huh?"
Izuku brushed a thumb across her jaw and kissed her again — slow, deliberate, claiming in a way he never had before.
"You started it," he murmured.
Momo's breath hitched softly against his ear.
"And we're very glad we did."
"Im loving it" breathed shoko
for the rest of the night, they didn't go further than kissing, touching, and exploring each other's bodies —
but the intensity, the closeness, the heat between them grew deeper than ever before.
---
Izuku woke slowly, the sunlight sliding through his curtains and warming his face.
It was the weight on him, though, that made every sleepy thought freeze.
Momo and Shōko were curled tight against him on both sides, each clinging to one of his arms — and not gently, either.
Their arms wrapped around him, their bodies pressed close, their chests soft against his arms as if they'd decided during the night that he was a very comfortable body pillow with his hand trapped between their thighs. Lucky Shoko was naturally cooler and kept all the heat down so they weren't sweating
On top of him lay Nerissa, sprawled fully across his chest, her legs tangled with his, her cheek resting over his heart.
She shifted in her sleep, stretching a little her thighs rubbing against his crouch—
—and Izuku went perfectly still.
He noticed something had a reaction to their bodies.
Just… a reaction to the kind of contact that happens when four affectionate people sleep tangled together.
Izuku swallowed hard, face burning bright red.
Shōko stirred first.
Her fingers tightened around his arm before she blinked awake and realized just how close she was.
Instead of pulling away, she simply nuzzled his shoulder and whispered, "Warm…"
Momo woke up next, lifting her head slightly.
Her cheeks pinked when she saw the position they were in — but she didn't release his arm.
Instead, she shifted even closer and kissed his shoulder softly.
Nerissa woke up last.
She pushed up onto her elbows, hair a mess, expression sleepy… until she noticed all three of them wrapped around him.
Then she grinned.
A slow, wicked, morning-smug grin.
"Well," she said, voice husky, "someone's very awake this morning."
Izuku nearly died.
"N–Nerissa—!"
She leaned down and kissed him full on the mouth before he could finish, slow and warm, her hand sliding up to cup his jaw.the kiss lasting more then a few seconds
When she pulled back a small sting of saliva still connecting them, she winked.
"Good morning."
Shōko pushed gently against his arm until he turned his face toward her.
She kissed him next — soft, lingering for just as long as Nerissa if not longer, her thumb stroking his wrist.
Momo waited until they settled, then sat up slightly and pressed her lips to his, gentle and affectionate.
"Good morning, Izuku," she whispered, brushing a hand over his cheek with her face full of love looking into his eyes.
Izuku was dazed.
Warm.
Very aware of everything touching him.
Very aware of his body reacting in all the normal, human ways that an eighteen-year-old boy surrounded by his girlfriends might react.
Nerissa didn't miss it.
"Oh yeah," she said, stretching dramatically across his torso sitting back onto his waist fully and grinding her hips back and forth a little, getting a groan from him. Soon she grinned like she just found a particularly good prize.
"He's definitely excited to see us."
Shōko was confused until Nerissa grabbed her hand and moved it beneath herself with her hand facing down then let go.
shoko did not understand, she started to feel around then grabbed something solid and cylindrical in shape. Then a look of realization came over her face as well as a massive blush.
Momo covered her face with both hands, flustered. While Nerissa let out a bark of laughter at having set this up. Then looked at momo "you want a feel too i promise you wont be disappointed, your the only one who hasn't yet" she purred.
Then also most as if pulled by a magnet reached down before even realizing what she was doing. She grasped the same thing Shōko was and she blushed with a bit of a hazy look in her eyes.
Shōko laid her head on his shoulder, hand resting warmly over his heart. Izuku's hand started exploring the inside of her pants playing with her slit while his other hand was occupied in momo's,"Don't stop," she whispered with a groan.
Nerissa saw her chance and took it slipping lower and pulling down his pants and started stroking his length in a rhythm that made his head light. Then he felt 2 more hand join hers as all 3 of them touched and explored all they wanted. Just when he was about to climax he felt something warm envelope the tip of his length and rub against it this made him finish instantly. Along with the other 2 at the same time both letting out moans of pleasure making their backs arch pushing his hand further into them make them react even more.
He looked down to find Nerissa enveloping his second head then she pulled off and swallowed with a loud gulp. She looked up at him and grinned "thanks for the morning snack".
Izuku groaned.
"Why are you like this…?"
Nerissa flopped back down onto his chest, laughing.
"Because it's adorable seeing you flustered and that was great."
Shōko slumped against his side again after climaxing herself; she was in a daze.
"That was wow," she said simply.
Momo equally blissed ou added softly,
"It was…. yea wow is the right word."
Izuku melted into the mattress.
"Excuse me but i think i need some attention too mister" said nerissa with a tone of expectation
So Izuku let go of the other girls, reached his hand into her pants and took off her shirt and got to work kissing her, her breasts, and fingering her slit. Making her moan and groan
"AHHH don't stop please don't s-stop, ohh right there" she hissed her back arching and toes curling he increased the speed making her about to scream in pleasure. So he claimed her mouth so her scream of pleasure was muffled by his mouth. While she rode her climax through into bliss.
"Yeahhh wow is definitely the way to describe it" breathed nerissa
They all collapsed onto a heap with no one willing to move after what they'd just done. All far too happy to even think about moving.
he couldn't stop smiling. "That was incredible" he said pulling them all closer to cuddle in to just enjoy each other's company
This was a morning he knew he'd never forget.