Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13105893. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M, Multi Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Amajiki_Tamaki/Toogata_Mirio, Amajiki_Tamaki/Hadou_Nejire/Toogata_Mirio Character: Amajiki_Tamaki, Toogata_Mirio, Hadou_Nejire Additional Tags: bnha_kink_meme, Voyeurism, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, inappropriate_quirk_usage, Blow_Jobs, Sexual_Humor, Semi-Public_Sex, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added Collections: My_Kink_Academia Stats: Published: 2017-12-23 Chapters: 3/? Words: 1866 ****** like a permeating calm ****** by neutralize Summary (Small) fills done for the BNHA_Kink_Meme, mostly comprising of some iteration of Mirio and Tamaki getting nasty with one another. That's literally it. -- 1. MiriTama + Nejire, Tamaki manifests some... jewels 2. MiriTamaNeji, voyeurism 3. MiriTama, teaching Class 1A about safe tentacle sex Notes Sorry for horny on main. Any fics I write for the meme that are >1k words will generally be posted as standalones, if I feel the quality is good enough; anything shorter than that or just for shits and giggles will be compiled here. Prompt: Tamaki swallows a load and uses his quirk to manifest one of their... parts ***** investigation, discovery (MiriTama + Nejire) ***** Nejire's restraint lasts a record-breaking minute before the temptation proves too great to resist. She reaches for Tamaki's arm and almost succeeds in pulling it out of his hoodie's pocket. Almost, because Tamaki, despite the unadulterated panic radiating from him, swats her away with the hand that isn't jammed inside the pocket. "What are you doing, I said I can't show you this," he moans. She huffs at the sight before her; his usual state of barely contained anxiety is nothing new and something she generally tolerates with fondness, but tonight it's not only grating, but downright unhelpful. And rude. As if he had expected her to not be curious, after calling her five minutes prior, sounding like he was on the verge of a catastrophic meltdown. "Well, if I can't see what it is, how do you expect me to help you stop manifesting it? Did you forget you called me? Besides, didn't we already agree after the cow tongue incident, that nothing you manifest after that was going to be weird?" "Hadou." "I mean, what could have you possibly had that's making you freak out so bad right now? Why even ask me? Why couldn't you have asked your parents? Your mom has a similar Quirk, doesn't she?" "Hadou." "Hey! Are you even listening to me right now? Why won't you let me - " "Hadou," Tamaki whines into his normal hand. He's wilting with each new question she's throwing at him, like some kind of socially awkward flower. It would be more endearing if he wasn't about to turn eighteen. "Listen to me carefully. I realize I was in a blind panic and not thinking coherently when I called you, but I'm not kidding when I say this is way worse than the cow tongue incident. I've manifested some weird things, but this is the most screwed up, bar none. It's so bad, I can't even look at it, much less show you or show my parents. I know it's hard, but trust me on this one." Nejire knows a losing battle when she sees one, but she isn't ready to give up the fight, especially not with Amajiki acting so squirrelly. She angles for a different approach. "Did you at least tell Togata about this? Do you want me to call him? Maybe he can help." The little remaining color in Tamaki's face drains and his ears twitch. He presses his temple against the wall, sagging with the confidence of wet laundry. "There's no way Mirio can ever know about this. It's too weird, even for him." Something in the way his voice sounds so hoarse tips off Nejire from "mildly annoyed" to "extremely suspicious". "Amajiki." His lip quivers. "Togata has something to do with this, doesn't he." The color is steadily returning with each second Tamaki stays silent, creeping up his neck before fanning on his cheeks and reaching the tips of his ears. "He was just here, wasn't he." This time, Nejire's reflexes are faster than his, and she snatches his arm to yank hard before he can scramble in the opposite direction, but his timing is too slow to conceal his hand from her prying eyes.  In hindsight, it's not that strange to see Mirio's dick on Tamaki, for several reasons: one, being a member of the Big 3 means possessing maturity, which includes a certain level of desensitization towards seeing the nakedness Mirio routinely embraces with gusto; two, Nejire may be airy, but she isn't stupid - the extent of Mirio and Tamaki's relationship is one of the worst kept secrets among U.A.'s third-year student body; and three, Nejire would be lying if she says she hasn't thought of this exact scenario before. That isn't the weird part. The fact there's not one, but five of them serving as Tamaki's fingers - accurately to proportion and varying degrees of erect, pink around the tips - is the weird part. It's so weird that, for one of the few times in her life, Nejire honestly has no idea what to ask about first, before realizing there are some questions better asked, if there's an audience to hear them. Mirio barely manages to get in a "hello" when Nejire fires off the most recent revelations into her cellphone. "So," she announces nonchalantly, as if Tamaki isn't screaming bloody murder in the background, as if he isn't desperately trying to smack the phone out of her hand with his non-manifesting hand, "did you know Tamaki can manifest your jewels on his hand? So would it technically be sex if he touches them, or just masturbation? Do you think they can come? You two should probably start using protection, yeah?" Mirio also breaks personal records that evening, when he phases back into Tamaki's dorm for the second time that night, not even a full minute after Tamaki manages to end the phone call. ***** Invitation (MiriTamaNeji) ***** Chapter Notes Prompt: Nejire catches Mirio and Tamaki having sex. whether they know she's there and invite her to join them or she just watches is up to writer anon The boys' bathroom in U.A.'s west corridor has been out of service for two months, ever since some hapless second year with a wax quirk clogged the pipes en masse; the damage had been so great, maintenance decided they wouldn't fix it until the start of summer break. Most of the male students call it inconvenience - the next available bathroom is on the other side of the school - but Nejire calls it destiny, because she's discovered the defunct bathroom now serves as a simmering hotbed of lurid and infinitely curious dealings among U.A.'s student body. It's become a habit: after the last bell rings and the final chair has been stacked away, Nejire waits fifteen minutes for the school to mostly clear out before winding her way through the west corridor, only slowing down when she nears the bathroom to listen. Usually there's someone in there, even though maintenance has put up signs, made two school-wide announcements not to use the bathroom, and even put locks on the doors, all of which proved to be laughably useless. Most of the time, it's friends discussing the day's events in the quiet of the bathroom, occasionally others swapping test keys and homework, and very rarely the sound of fists hitting jaws and stall doors. Today, though, Nejire hits the jackpot, when she pauses and hears a muffled moan hitting an octave high enough that it leaves only one possible explanation. She tests the give of the door by pressing a palm against it; when it opens without squeaking, she continues to listen intently. Someone is murmuring soft and low, and another is making rabbit-quick breaths, which occasionally break into breathy whines. It's familiar enough where she knows she's heard their voices before, but can't immediately place a name to them. That won't do; after all, the only thing that bothers her more than a mystery is a mystery left unanswered. She nudges the door open a little more, and slips inside. A wall partially obstructs her view, and very cautiously she crouches on her haunches to peek around. The sight she sees is an interesting one, for several reasons: one, it's Togata and Amajiki in the bathroom; two, Togata's shirt and Amajiki's pants are in a heap on the sink counter; three, Amajiki is sitting on Togata's shoulders, front facing him; four, and definitely the most intriguing part, Togata's head is inside Amajiki's thighs. His arms are wrapped around his waist, as both support and a brace against the wall. Amajiki's hands are threaded in Togata's hair, where his fingers are curling and uncurling themselves in a sea of soft blond; his head is against the wall, and his breathing is becoming increasingly shallow. Nejire watches with rapt fascination as Togata pulls back his head with a wet, slurping sound to leave a trail of sloppy kisses against Amajiki's groin. "Oh my god, keep going, Mirio," Amajiki grits out, his voice a rough rasp. Togata hums into his thighs and he sinks his head back down, which only elicits another strangled gasp from Amajiki. Amajiki's hands tense and relax into Togata's scalp, and he arches himself against Togata's face, the back of his head knocking against the wall with a gentle thud. Shivers run up Nejire's spine and fan out to her arms, fingers, abdomen, her own thighs. Togata's head is steadily bobbing up and down, and Amajiki is riding the pace set by his tongue with soft, shivery noises; Nejire's fingertips move on their own, tracing the smooth, supple skin inside her thighs upwards, until her fingers catch against the lacy hem of her panties. Two of her fingers slip inside folds of wet skin, biting into her bottom lip and suppressing a sigh when she rubs against a particularly electrifying spot. Amajiki groans, low and continuous, and the sound pools warmth that spreads to the apex of her thighs. Her fingers shake as she continues to work them inside of her, and when she pulls out and they brush up against her clit, the soft cry leaves her mouth faster than she can catch it. The effect is instantaneous; Amajiki jolts so hard, Togata almost drops him, which in turn startles Nejire. Both of them turn, and stare, panting: Togata's hair is mussed more than usual, and sweat is beading at his hairline. It is the most painfully silent thirty seconds of Nejire's life, and, judging by the way he flushes pink before turning an unflattering shade of scarlet, Amajiki's, too. "Did you know," Nejire asks, her voice hoarser than she cares to admit to, "that they call us the Big Three for a reason?" Togata and Amajiki remain silent, both their expressions shifting nebulously before they settle on halfway between confused mortification. "Don't you think," she continues, retracting her hand from the inside of her skirt to unbutton her uniform's vest, tossing it aside when she frees her arms, "it's a little rude not to extend the offer to me, as well?" The confusion quickly dissipates when she steps over to unbutton Togata's pants and the last words spoken for the next twenty minutes are hastily mumbled apologies. ***** teach us safe tentacle sex, senpai!! (MiriTama, class presentation) ***** Chapter Notes Prompt: Heroes have to be good role models! So the class has to divide up into groups and make PSAs for health class. Just, Shouji demonstrating how to put a condom on an example tentacle-limb? Tsuyu talking about dental dams? Mina doing a lube demo? Sero and Kaminari discuss quirk use during? yeah okay Miritama it is Under any other circumstance, the smile on Mirio's face would be comforting, touching even; in a classroom full of underclassmen staring with impending, vague horror, it's a little more complicated, Tamaki realizes. Still, Tamaki can't resist its charm either and the gentle, oh-so patient way Mirio is looking at him, doe eyes and all, finally wears him down enough to extend a hand towards Mirio's direction, albeit unwillingly. "Thank you, Tamaki! Now, if you would..." Mirio's fingers are warm against Tamaki's radial and they tap encouragingly against it. Tamaki squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to think of the most embarrassing moment he's ever had - a pointless endeavor, because this is it - before his Quirk activates and his fingers transform into octopus arms. When he somehow summons the strength to open his eyes again, a kid in the third row shudders violently, and another three are making disconsolate noises of terror. "Before wrapping your jewels, always check to make sure there aren't any holes in the packaging," Mirio says sagely, at the same the kid in the third row falls out of his seat and Tamaki's knees buckle. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!