[team three] break me

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This is so rough, I wish I had like a week to edit this >_< I don't want to be late though.

It's an amalgumation of inspiration from a bunch of different places, enough that I've lost track and count but I think it started with a kink meme prompt?

It's basically quirk porn...and Bakugo having feelings...and both Kirishima and Bakugo swearing a lot...


"Try me" Denki hisses, grinding to a halt in front of Kirishima, hands raised in fists.

Bakugo tuts loudly as he swipes the sweat from his forehead. "If he can withstand my explosions then your static isn't going to do shit." He can feel that there's still a touch of a glower on his face, Kirishima never used to be able to withstand his explosions, not for this long anyway.

It makes sense, that's what these training sessions have been about after all – increasing his stamina, working on staying unbreakable. They meet most evenings now to train, and Bakugo only agrees to it because it's helping with his own stamina and quirk training. He only agrees to the hour-long study session before training because it helps him retain the material they've covered through the day too.

It has nothing at all to do with that weird warmth he feels in his chest at seeing Kirishima improve, the warmth in his cheeks when Kirishima hugs him in thanks no matter where they are or how sweaty. It has nothing to do with the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach when Kirishima comes out of the shower wrapped in just a towel, water dripping from the ends of his fiery hair to run over his muscular chest.

"Earth to Bakugo..." Someone is sing-songing, and Bakugo would snap only there's a disarming shark-toothed grin right in front of his face.

"What Shitty Hair?" he says, tries to make it sound like he's irate.

"I said are you sitting this one out?" Kirishima asks sheepishly "I haven't tried going up against Denki at his full strength..."

Bakugo wasn't quite ready to sit out but it's obvious the idiot wants to try it so he shrugs. "Kick his ass then".

Kirishima fist-pumps the air with one hardened hand and Bakugo would call him lame if the determined look accompanying it didn't look so damn appealing.

He grabs a bottle of water from the ground – they never worry too much about whose is whose – and settles down on the playing field steps to watch.

It's hard to believe from the way Kirishima is darting about, dodging bolts of electricity, that they've been sparring for nearly an hour already. Eventually though, he stops and turns, standing in place just metres from Denki. Bakugo will never quite get over the transformation as Kirishima hardens his skin, one minute he's all shimmering eyes and laugh like bells chiming, and the next he's a jagged rock-like creature. Monstrous, powerful, incredible.

"Here it comes." Denki says, static crackling around him as Kirishima tenses for the hit.

Bakugo has to close his eyes against the onslaught of dancing white lines tearing through the air, but they snap open a moment later at the sound of Kirishima's strangled cry.

He's across the field in seconds, palm sparking against Denki's arm and the electricity stops, leaving Denki slack jawed and confused. He offers Bakugo a thumbs up and a strange noise but Bakugo just pushes him away and turns to Kirishima instead.

He's still in his hardened form, but he's on his knees now, one hand bracing himself against the floor as his other hand clutches his thigh tightly.

"Kirishima." Bakugo yells, propelling himself over to the other. But the moment his hand reaches Kirishima's shoulder, he jerks sharply, crying out again.

"Don't" he gasps, curling tighter on himself, muscles still jumping along his rigid back. "Don't touch me."

"I'm going to get recovery girl, don't move." Bakugo tells him, hating the panic in his voice.

"No!" Kirishima says sharply. "No, I'm OK. I just need a minute."

Bakugo gives him a minute, then gives him another one and Kirishima has done nothing other than pant and curl tighter.

"I'm going for recovery girl" Bakugo says again.

Kirishima's head shakes, at least he sounds slightly less pained as he speaks though. "Don't, please, I just need...I need to get back to my room."

Bakugo hums his disapproval but he holds out his hand for Kirishima to take. For a moment Kirishima looks up at it but then pushes himself up on his own.

"Are you OK?" Bakugo asks, though just looking at him, at the way he's walking half bent, one arm held against his abdomen, his skin still hard and rugged, it's obvious he's not OK.

Kirishima nods though, takes a shuddering breath. "I'll be OK."

It's not a long walk, five minutes tops, but it feels endless with Bakugo hovering there, unsure what to do. At one point Kirishima had paused, a whine in his throat, and Bakugo had reached out for him only for Kirishima to flinch away. "Can't you...like release your quirk. Would that help?" He's not unbreakable hard, not even as hard as he would be for general sparring but his skin still bears the deep groves of his quirk everywhere Bakugo can see beyond his shorts and tank top.

"Can't just yet." Kirishima answers, voice still strained and then he heaves a sigh of relief as they walk through the front door to the dorms. "Thank fuck" he breathes at nothing in particular.

They take the elevator, instead of racing up the stairs as usual, but Kirishima's brow is furrowed, his eyes clenched hard the entire way. When they get off at the fourth floor he actually lets out a quiet moan and staggers towards his door.

Bakugo instinctively follows after him. "I'm staying with you." he says when Kirishima turns to him in surprise.

"You can't." Kirishima answers quickly, following it with. "I mean you don't need to. I'll be fine."

Bakugo actually considers it for a moment, but fuck if he's ever seen Kirishima act like this in the aftermath of battle. "No. It's me of Recovery Girl. Which one?"

Kirishima doesn't answer, just slinks into his room and drops to sit on the bed and Bakugo takes that as his cue to follow, watching him warily from his position by the door. They're quiet again for the longest time, Kirishima angled away from him, head hanging and hands braced on his thighs, his quirk still playing along his skin.

Bakugo is kind of freaking out, but he wouldn't quite let that show, Kirishima doesn't seem to be freaked. He doesn't seem as though he's in agony either though, and yet if he's OK then why the fuck is he acting so strange.

"I'm OK." Kirishima says eventually. "Please...just...I just need a few minutes..."

"You've had a few minutes." Bakugo answers, "You've had like fifteen since he shocked you. What the fuck did he do?"

"I don't know." Kirishima answers. "Not exactly...just...feels weird..."

Bakugo sighs. "Kiri, I'm getting Recovery Girl..."

"No." Kirishima says insistently again. "I can't see her right now, please just..."

"Why not?" Bakugo challenges him and Kirishima makes a strained noise.

"Fuck." he curses in what sounds like frustration. "Because...I'm fucking...hard alright?"

"No shit." Bakugo says with an eye-roll. "That's the problem...maybe she'll know how to release your quirk..."

"Not...I don't mean my quirk." Kirishima admits, and he's halfway through his clarification of "Well my quirk too obviously, but like...the other kind of hard..." before the penny drops.

Bakugo's cheeks flush with whatever blood isn't busy rushing south. OK so it's not like he doesn't know Kirishima gets hard, it's not like he hasn't wondered some mornings, as he'd rolled to face their neighbouring wall, if Kirishima had morning wood too, if he would do anything about it, if he would hear it if Kirishima did. It's not like he hasn't thought about Kirishima hard, that kind of hard, a lot in fact, but it’s something else knowing that right that moment, even as Bakugo was looking at him, Kirishima was hard.

"Oh." is all he can manage. Kirishima actually laughs a little though it tails off into a whine.

"It's stupid and embarrassing...but it happens sometimes...sometimes when I keep my quirk activated for a while, if there’s a lot of impacts...it like vibrates underneath my skin and you know..."

"Like when we're training?" Bakugo finds his mouth asking before his brain has given it permission.

"Sometimes..." Kirishima admits, his voice quiet, ashamed maybe. "It's not like...I mean...it's part of the reason I want to train my quirk more...I want to stop it happening."

Bakugo is still trying wrap his head around the idea that sometimes Kirishima is hard while they're training. His mind could run circles round that thought all day if he let it, probably will later, but now there are other problems, like the fact Kirishima still looks like a rock and he's making sporadic pained gasping noises. "So this...this is like that?"

"Maybe..." Kirishima says quietly. "Everything feels sensitive like it does then...only oversensitive maybe...it's like the current is still under my skin and I can't relax my quirk while everything is still so..."

"OK." Bakugo says, trying not to think of Kirishima being both hard and oversensitive. "So usually...when it happens, what do you do?"

Kirishima actually glances back at him briefly. "What do you think I do?"

Bakugo does not need to think about that, not right now. And yet he can't resist asking. "While we're training?"

"That's why I always run straight in the shower." Kirishima says and Bakugo can't quite hold in his surprised gasp. "I'm sorry."

Bakugo thinks that sorry is the last thing he should be, it's not like their training sessions don't sometimes leave him a little flustered too, it's not like he hasn't ever though about jerking it right there, with Kirishima just a wall away from him. He shakes his head to dispel the images, and then a deep breathe to slow his heart rate. He can save the dirty fantasies for later, right now he needs to figure out how to help Kirishima. "And you think that will help now?" he asks.

"Maybe" Kirishima answers, "I mean it feels kinda different...even just touching my skin feels like too much, but I think I should try..."

Bakugo nods, swallows heavily to brace himself. "Go on then."

"What?" Kirishima squeaks. "You’re not leaving?"

"No." Bakugo says with finality. "You said you're not sure...if it doesn't help, I'll be here to go get Recovery Girl."

"But..." Kirishima protests. "How...with you watching?"

"I won't watch." Bakugo assures him, turning to face the door despite how much he'd like to watch. "You can do it a few shower stalls away, you should be able to do it with me here..." Kirishima doesn't answer so Bakugo pushes. "Go on then."

He doesn't know if Kirishima actually will, part of him kind of hopes he doesn't because Bakugo's not sure he can just stand there and pretend to be unaffected when Kirishima is masturbating right behind him. But eventually there's the sounds of rustling fabric and Kirishima's hushed yelp. The yelp turns to a groan, loud and harsh, the edge of a pained whine to it, and the whine only gets louder until Kirishima gives out a frustrated cry. "I can't." he whines. "I feel like it's what I need but it's just too sensitive."

"If it's what you need then power through it." Bakugo says, trying to mask how strained his own voice is as he restrains himself from reaching down himself.

Kirishima must try again, because it's quiet save for his whimpering for a few moments but then another frustrated wail resounds "I can't. Fuck. I need to but it hurts. It’ hurts too much I can't make myself do it."

The decision takes far less time than it should, but Bakugo spins around, moving over to the bed to push Kirishima down onto it. Kirishima looks up at him in surprise as Bakugo moves to straddle him, the tent in his own shorts undeniable. "Shut the fuck up." Bakugo tells him before he can even say anything, and he reaches down to grab Kirishima's cock before he can convince himself how terrible an idea this is.

Kirishima all but screams, desperate, pained noises filling the air as Bakugo pumps it quickly, slicking his hand with his own sweat to help it glide better without slicing into his palm. "Oh fuck." Kirishima cries out. "Bakugo, fuck...it...ahh"

"Shut up." Bakugo growls again, because if Kirishima wails his name one more time he might just nut right there. Kirishima clearly has no intention of shutting up though as unrestrained cries of pain-tinged pleasure ring out into the space between them.

Bakugo does the only thing he can think of to shut him up – he leans down to kiss Kirishima roughly. His lips are sharp, cutting into Bakugo's own, his teeth sharper still, but his tongue is like velvet as Bakugo chases it with his own, pushing his tongue deep into Kirishima's mouth to muffle his cries.

Kirishima's hips buck up wildly against him, jerking against the overstimulation. His hands move to Bakugo’s back, his hardened fingertips shredding through shirt and skin alike as they claw out his frustration until finally, finally, with a muffled wail he spills thickly over Bakugo's hand and his own stomach. He's not sure if it's the feel of it, or the way Kirishima's body arches against him, it might be the sound, or just the knowledge that he made Kirishima come. But before Kirishima has even stilled Bakugo finds himself letting out a guttural moan of his own, pleasure exploding somewhere inside of him, and he barely has time to clamp his free hand over his cock as it pulses in his shorts.

It takes a while for him to come back down, long enough that he can feel the softness of the fingers now rubbing up and down his back. And when he finally opens his eyes he's met with glimmering crimson and a soft smile. "Bakugo..." Kirishima says, voice thick with gratitude and fuck he's beautiful.

"I like you Shitty Hair." he grunts, still breathless, before he can think better of it, but the smile it lights up on Kirishima's face makes him say it again. "I've liked you for fucking ages."

It's your turn now dusk037