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      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
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      bnha_kink_meme, Voyeurism, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      inappropriate_quirk_usage, Blow_Jobs, Sexual_Humor, Semi-Public_Sex,
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      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.
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