Kiribaku One-Shots

Need a Hand? (Smut)

Howdy, I am drunk, you know what that means?

NSFW time!!

this is too long what the fuck I wrote this in like an hour.

Prompt: Bakugou can't masturbate properly because of his quirk so Kirishima helps him out.

Notes: plot and buildup at the start but like it gets explicit I'm sorry I really tried.

"All I'm saying is that any teenage guy who doesn't masturbate has something wrong with his brain." Mineta spoke as he was defending himself. By the look of Bakugou's face, he was definitely going to do a lot more defending.

The blonde absolutely hated the God awful conversations Mineta would start and continue. Some of the time, the dirtier brains in the class would actually engage with him. Unfortunately, this happened to be one of those times.

"Shut the fuck up! Haven't you got more important things to be worrying about‽" Katsuki yelled. Everyone in the room expected it at that point. In fact, they were surprised it didn't come sooner. A few people were actually thankful he wasn't letting Mineta say things like that.

In reality, Bakugou was ready to up and leave at any point whatsoever. Not only did these talks quite frankly disgust him, there was a genuine underlying feeling of uncomfortableness that made his face scrunch up. He was literally the furthest in the room from Mineta, but it was still far too close for his liking.

The blonde was sat next to Kirishima, the tops of their arms brushing together, despite there being more than enough room for the red head to move over. It was reassuring in some way, a constant reminder that the other was there. It was nice, helped Bakugou feel grounded.

"Y'know, it probably isn't that uncommon for people not to, depending on their quirk." Kirishima commented with a shrug that Bakugou felt. He never contributed towards these kind of conversations, so it was a little bit of a shock for everyone tuning in. Even Bakugou whipped his head in surprise. It was more just a random train of thought rather than an attempt to carry the conversation on, really.

It was that comment that made Bakugou freeze up.

Had Kirishima been watching him or something? After how many hours of these conversations both Bakugou and Kirishima had to sit and listen to, how in the hell was it only mentioned now?

It was almost too suspicious, how the blonde naturally clenched his fists tighter, how his eyes completely widened and how tense his shoulders had suddenly gotten. It was lucky no one was really paying attention to him, or he could've easily been called out and questioned. Not that he'd answer those questions anyway, everyone knew that.

Kirishima could most definitely feel it, but he wasn't ever going to say anything. Not in front of anyone else, at least.

"Really? I've never had any trouble." Kaminari commented, only now even taking that into consideration. They'd talked about how works could boost how good sex could be as well as solo sessions (you best believe that jokes about Kirishima's 'hardening' were made even when he wasn't around), so it's somewhat hard to believe that they never thought of the other way around.

"Probably because you've done it so much that you just fried your brain cells to the point of forgetting." Ashido shrugged her shoulders as she smirked, more interested in trying to get a dig at Kaminari rather than joining in with conversation. She'd rarely contribute when Mineta was around anyway.

"The thing is, you're joking, but that's actually plausible." The yellow haired boy scratched the back of his head, shrugging his shoulders. "Why'd you even say that, Ei? Does it happen to you?"