MHA 2025!

The kiss ripped us both apart. Not in a bad way, exactly. More like…electrocuted. I'd expected the static, the jolt of something when our lips finally met. What I hadn't expected was the sheer, raw need that slammed into me, amplifying the already relentless pressure throbbing in my pants.

He pulled back, his face flushed, eyes wide. Mine probably looked like a goddamn tomato. We stood there, panting, a tangled mess of shock and… well, horniness.

Finally, Shinso broke the silence, his voice a low rasp. "Bakugo," he said, eyes flicking downwards. "You…you really need to get that taken care of."

My hand instinctively went to shield the blatant bulge straining against my uniform. "Shut up! It's your fault, you damn insomniac!"

A smirk played on his lips. Fucking smirk. "Oh? I didn't realize I had such a powerful effect on you."

"Don't get cocky! I'd be rock hard for anyone right now, thanks to this goddamn quirk!" The lie tasted like ash in my mouth.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the small space. "Sure. Whatever you say. Need any…help with that?" The suggestive lilt in his voice sent another jolt of heat through me.

"Hell no!" I spat, trying to sound defiant. "I can handle it myself."

He just shrugged, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. "Alright. See you later then." He turned to leave.

"Wait!" The word burst out of me before I could stop it. Dammit. My pride was getting chewed up and spat out. "Fine! But don't think this means anything!"

Shinso turned back, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He strolled over, pushing me none-too-gently onto the edge of the bed. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the relentless throbbing downstairs.

He knelt, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly, deliberately, unzipped my pants. The cool air against my skin was a brutal contrast to the inferno raging within me. He didn't rush, didn't say a word, just peeled back the fabric, exposing my painfully erect cock.

I groaned, a strangled sound that I couldn't quite suppress. Shinso's hand closed around me, his grip firm but gentle. The first stroke was slow, agonizingly slow. I whimpered, the sound mortifying and exhilarating at the same time.

"God…Shinso," I choked out, my voice thick with need. "Faster…please."

He ignored me, continuing his slow, maddening pace. "Did you say something, Bakugo?" he purred, his voice laced with teasing. "I couldn't quite hear you."

"Bastard!" I gasped, "More! Do it more, you fucking tease!" My head was swimming, my vision tunneling. Precum slicked the head of my cock, a testament to his torturous ministrations.

He finally relented, increasing the speed, pumping me steadily, relentlessly. The contrast between slow and fast was maddening. My body bucked against his hand, all pretense of control shattered. I was a raw, exposed nerve ending, completely at his mercy.

And then, the dam broke. A guttural roar tore from my throat as pleasure ripped through me, a blinding, overwhelming wave. I came, hard and fast, splattering my stomach and Shinso's hand with thick, pulsating spurts.

I collapsed back onto the bed, a trembling, sweaty mess. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body still vibrating with aftershocks.

Shinso chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. He wiped his hand on a tissue. "Quite the show, Bakugo."

My face burned. "Shut up," I mumbled, burying my face in the pillow. "Just…shut up."

But he wasn't done. He leaned over, grabbed my hips, and flipped me onto my stomach. Before I could even process what was happening, he was pulling down his own pants.

"Shinso, what the hell…" I started, but he cut me off by spreading my cheeks and shoving inside me.

A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips. Pain. Then, a slow, spreading warmth. It was… surprisingly good.

"Haven't done this before, have you?" Shinso murmured in my ear, his voice dangerously low.

I bit my lip, refusing to answer.

He slapped my ass, hard. "Don't lie to me, Bakugo."

"Fine!" I whimpered, "No! I haven't!"

He grinned against my neck. "Good." And then he started thrusting, slow at first, then faster, harder, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

Hours blurred into a symphony of moans, gasps, and desperate pleas. We pushed each other to the edge, again and again, until the sheets were soaked in sweat and cum, and our bodies were trembling with exhaustion.

Finally, as I laid panting, draped across Shinso, I felt it. The familiar tingle that signaled the end of the quirk.

"It's…gone," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleepiness.

Shinso smiled softly and kissed me, a slow, tender kiss that was nothing like the frantic, desperate one from before. I was tired, sore, and strangely…content. Was this a start to something? Or just a one-time thing, a product of insane circumstances? I didn't know. All I knew was that right now, in this moment, with Shinso holding me close, I didn't care. I just wanted to sleep.