MHA smut

Change of Pace

Written by: chocodayo

Summary:

"Good girl," he praises, and she tightens around him. "Yeah? You like that?"

"Ye—hes," she gasps.

"Okay."

To take her mind off work, Hatsume asks Shinsou to fuck her.

While brainwashing her.

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"Hito!"

Mei's voice is exhausted yet as loud as always as she slams the bedroom door open. Hitoshi startles, the book Midoriya had recommended nearly flying out his hands. She doesn't pay it any mind as she begins stripping, huffing as soon as she's freed from the button up she had to wear to work today, her dress pants soon following.

He bookmarks his page and sets his book down as she flops down onto the bed beside him. "Rough day at work?"

"The worst."

She rolls onto her stomach and shoves her face into the pillow beneath her, groaning. Hitoshi's lips quirk up.

"Tell me about it," he offers.

And, of course, Mei does. She goes on and on about a new project she was assigned, describing her elation only to find she'd be working with other people, and to boot, she isn't even the head of the project. Some idiot is in charge instead. The guy apparently doesn't even know the difference between a binding head screw and a fillister head—a fact she complains about at length for at least five minutes—among other abysmal incongruities Hitoshi can only nod and pat her back in sympathy over.

"Sounds rough," he comments once her monologue finally comes to an and. "I think it'll work out though."

"It better," she grumbles, "or I'm filing a complaint with Setsushi."

He nods. "Okay. Wanna take your mind off it?"

Mei rolls over so she can see him, looking him up and down. "What do you have in mind?"

"Dunno," he shrugs. "We could watch a movie? I know you don't really like them, but Kami recommended—"

"Wait!" she interjects, sitting up. "I know what we can do!"

He raises a brow. "Okay. What?"

"Sex!" she cheers. "I mean, I'm already down to my underwear, right? And we're on the bed already too. Here"—she unclasps her bra before he can object—"get naked!"

"Huh? I mean, uh, okay," Hitoshi falters, watching her shimmy out of her underwear. He swallows as he takes in the sight of her naked. "Shouldn't you wash up first?"

She shrugs. "Depends on what you wanna do! You're gonna be in charge, so it doesn't matter to me."

Him? In charge? Since when did they decide that?

His confusion must be obvious, because Mei quickly explains, "You're brainwashing me, remember? That gives you complete control!"

Oh.

Oh.

She begins pulling up his shirt before he can fully process what's about to happen. He raises his arms and lets her slip it off of him.

"Wait, wait—I—yeah, I remember," he stammers as her hands find his sweatpants. "Uh...now?" She nods. "Right now?"

"Duh!"