Hey there! I haven't opened my tumbler for a while because school is starting, but Trajectory errors is not mine, it's from copymoonjoyy. Idk what happened but I think she also deleted the Trajectory errors in Wattpad 😣
“poor baby.. look at how quickly you came for me.” stroking your face while you catch your breath. watching you look away. “aw, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.” tilting your chin up gently. “but you know we have to start over now, right?” feeling you whimper. “i know, i know, love… but that barely counted.”
getting you close. pulling back. “not yet, baby.” watching you whine. “i know. i know it’s hard.” building you again. stopping again. “poor thing. being so patient.”
finally letting you get there. “okay love. go ahead.” feeling you cum. holding you through it. “there we go. that’s a proper one.” stroking your hair. “see? that was worth starting over wasn’t it?” kissing your temple. “my patient, good girl. thank you for waiting for my permission.”
“poor baby.. look at how quickly you came for me.” stroking your face while you catch your breath. watching you look away. “aw, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.” tilting your chin up gently. “but you know we have to start over now, right?” feeling you whimper. “i know, i know, love… but that barely counted.”
getting you close. pulling back. “not yet, baby.” watching you whine. “i know. i know it’s hard.” building you again. stopping again. “poor thing. being so patient.”
finally letting you get there. “okay love. go ahead.” feeling you cum. holding you through it. “there we go. that’s a proper one.” stroking your hair. “see? that was worth starting over wasn’t it?” kissing your temple. “my patient, good girl. thank you for waiting for my permission.”
- Intoxication/Biting | Hange Zoë x Reader - (You & Hange r friends in this fic, just goes better lol)
'4:46pm barely...'
Stuck at your job, slacking off, so tired and hungry. You couldn't wait to get off and go buy food. As time goes by, you finish whatever work you have left to do until it's your time to clock out.
You check the time; 4:58pm. Oh hell yeah. You start putting your things away and packing up. Exhausted, at least it's Friday. You just kinda get to chill all weekend. By the time you were done cleaning your space, it was already 5:01. You immediately clock out and start heading outside to your car. The moment you sat down inside, your phone buzzes. You pick it up to see the notification. It's a message from the girls group chat. You open the message, reading:
Sasha: "heyy girls! anyone down for a girls night?!"
Ymir: "I'm down."
Sasha: "great! everyone meet me at my house cya!"
You really weren't too sure about going, but decided to anyways. It's a nice coldish Friday afternoon, why not? You reply to the group chat:
"yeah, i'll go too! see you all soon :) " You go onto your music app, clicking on your favorite playlist and driving off to get some food.
Around 30 minutes later you finally get home from buying your take out and traffic was bad, of course. You go change into some comfy clothes really quick to eat. You laid around for a bit to let the food go down and texted the group chat.
You: "hey sasha, where were you planning to go tonight?"
Sasha: "the bar! we're leaving at around 8:15ish!"
You liked the message and planned your outfit.
You went with a cute dress/suit that's easy to move around in.(whatevers your style). Hair down (or up) and overall absolutely sexy! All the ladies will want you for sure!
6:45, you're almost done getting ready and you're just going to call a taxi to Sasha's house. You kinda plan on getting fucked up since it's been a long week so there's no reason to use your car. You also really need a break from everything going on lately, this is your chance to let loose.
You arrive at Sasha's; getting off the taxi and you see 2 cars there. Mikasa's and Sasha's. You go up to the door and ring the doorbell. Mikasa opens the door.
"Hello. We're just waiting on Historia and Sasha to finish getting ready." Mikasa tells you, allowing you in.
You enter and Sasha comes to greet you. You say hi to everyone and you guys just chill and talk while waiting around.
7:59 and you all start heading out together. All of you: Sasha, You, Historia, Ymir & Mikasa, you all just go in Mikasa's car since Sasha's is a bit of a mess. Ya'll hopped in, played more music and drove off.
Everyone’s having a great time. You all go from talking, to playing Pool, to even singing in a karaoke room. It was almost time for you and Sasha to grab the mic and sing but before you could grab a hold of the mic, your phone rings. It’s Hange. Wonder what they’re calling for at this time…
“Hellooo?” You answer the phone, your words slurred.
“Hello? Hey. Are you at your house right now?” Hange asks.
"Uuhhh,.. no.. I am... aat the bar."
“Send me your location. I’ll see you in a few.” Hange sighs deeply. A huge smile across their face on the other line that they’re going to hang out with you at the bar. To Hange, that’s a date. To you, well that also might be a date..
Hange has liked you since almost forever. You and them met some years ago due to your workplace and sometimes you’d get paired up with Hange. And goodness were they so fine. Just around a few years ago you started to gain feelings for Hange as well. They’ve just wanted to take it off slow to not scare you away. Originally they were on their way to your house to surprise you with a gift and to talk to you in a full one on one conversation this time about how they feel about you.
Hange gets to the bar almost 15 minutes later. (They were absolutely zooming to the place so they can protect you since they know you're drunk.) They open the doors and immediately start calling you. You pick up.
“Hey, where are you? I’m here.”
“I’ll… go to you. arre you at the fronnt?”
“Yes. I am at the doors. Are you sure you can come to me okay, though?” Hange’s very worried about you, even though they know you’re going to be okay in such a state.
You tell the girls you're going to go to the front real quick and you start stumbling over to Hange. Hange waits frantically until they see you from a far distance and start making their way to you.
"Hanngeee!" You squeal excitedly and reach your arms out towards them. You almost fall over from walking in your heels and Hange immediately catches you.
"Hey there, cutie. I missed you too." Hange pulls you into them and holds you tightly while smiling and blushing. They always act so flirty and you just think that's their personality but you never recognized that flirty and lovey dovey side was to you only.
It was getting later and you were all super drunk and tired by the end of the night. Not a bad way to end such a tiring week, right?..
Mikasa wasn't really drunk. She had like 1 bottle and a shot so she was able to drive us all home. She dropped everyone off first and you and Hange last. Mikasa dropped you off with Hange, at their house since it was the closest, and Mikasa trusts Hange to take care of you while being so vulnerable.
Hange puts their arm on your hip and walks you inside their home. Hange wasn't super drunk like you, but definitely drunk. Hange locks the door behind themselves and pulls your arm towards their body and above their shoulder, then relaxing your hand on their shoulder and both their hands move to your waist. Pulling your body closer to theirs, they kiss you on the cheek, unsure whether you liked it or not..
But you LOVED it. There was no way this was real. You know you're fucked up at this moment but this was actually happening. You grab Hange's face and kiss them, their eyes widening but then closing into the kiss and eventually asking for their tongue to enter your mouth.
Hange breaks the kiss and guides you to the couch. They sit down first, having you sit on their lap facing them.
"You loook so pretty, babyy." Hange tells you, their words now slurring along with yours.
"thhank you.. you're soo sexy!" You giggle, moving your hair with your hand and going straight for Hange's shoulder to start biting, alternating between licking and sucking their neck to biting and sucking their shoulder and biting their trapezius.
Hange was shocked, but fuck did they love this. Who knew someone as shy and quiet as you were this handsy and passionate.
"Fuuck yeah baby... just like that." Hange moans out slowly.
You move your hips and grind slowly on Hange. It was driving them insane.
Hange grabs you and places your back on the couch so you're laying down. They take off the outfit you had on from the bar, leaving you only in your bras and panties. They get on top of you, pulling both your hands to hold onto their hips.
You rub your hands up and down Hange's hips and Hange's giving you small licks and kisses all over your skin. They stop you and pull your hands away from their body so they can take your panties off. However, they don't take your undergarments off with their hands, but with their teeth. When they revealed your extremely wet and warm vulva, they licked it slightly and moved their face to look at you, sex already filling the air. They immediately started drooling over how amazing you taste. Hange moves their face closer to your core, sliding the tip of their nose and their tongue from the bottom to having your clitoris being rubbed by their perfect nose.
"ffuck Hange.." You moan their name softly with a small screech from the sensitive feeling.
"You taste amazing, baby... behaving so well.." Hange digs their tongue a few times in and out your vagina.
They stop and get off the couch, taking off their clothes, leaving them in their boxers and binder. You wanted to eat them so bad, I guess they can say the same for you as they straddle you again, leaning into your collarbones and bitting onto them. They did the same with your chest as well. Biting your nips and circling them with their hot tongue. While they sit on you, they move their hands behind their back, down reaching their meal. They spit on their fingers, inserting the two, starting off slowly and eventually picking up their pace faster seeing how you can take it so well.
You moan as Hange pumps their fingers in fast, then slipping another finger in.
"Sorry, ... My finger slipped." Hange said breathily. They're so aroused just by watching you be so satisfied with them. Hearing your moans and you scream their name is music to their ears as they know they're doing a great job.
Hange fingers you some more, lowering their head to suction their mouth onto your breast.
"H-hange!" Your moans filling the house. "yyou feel so nice.. i llove you! fuckk i'm..-" Unable to finish your sentence; the more overstimulated you got, you needed to release your climax soon and you just couldn't not cum.
"C'mon baby cum for me." Hange pumping rougher and faster so you can release on their fingers inside.
You let it out your system and Hange pulls their fingers out slowly, feeling you ache and throb. Your fluids all over their fingers, they smear some on your lips and licked the rest off. Leaning in for a kiss, they bite at your bottom lip that's covered in your cum, leaving you to lick the rest off.
"I ffucking love you, baby. I've been llooving you for fucking yyears dude. This night meaans a lot." Hange says as they fall on top of you.
"I llove you toooo... will you.. bbe my girlfriend because ii have been needing you as well my llove..." You smile. Hange kisses you harder and is jumping all around inside. They're finally with the perfect person they were too scared to even approach at first.
Long night, Hange and you bathe, you borrow Hange's shirts as you had an extra pair of undies in your bag. Both falling sound asleep.
Goodnight.
Day 6.
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helloo! soo i wont b doing alll days as I am busy nd have my own life but I will definitely try to keep going with some of these, I was just not prepared for this lol. hope u enjoy this! surprised some like my work, ty for likes! ^w^
waking up between hange zoe and shoko ieiri, the two women you hate the most ╱ mdni, mild dub con, fingering, spitting, scissoring, aftercare, emotional vulnerability, mean!shoko, soft!hange ˚.✦
You wake up tired, somehow. Eyes heavy and with a light headache, you can still hear the music of the party in your ears even though it ended hours ago. When you rub your eyes and recover your conscience, you realize that you’re naked from head to toes, you feel the cold brushing your breasts making the nipples harden. Then, looking at the ceiling and the feel of the sheets, you realize that it isn’t your bedroom at all. And after that an arm wraps around your waist. And from the opposite side, a head tucks in your neck. A dull throb that reminds you exactly what happened last night… even if the details are still blurry and swimming behind the headache.
You turn your head slowly, dread crawling up your spine.
On your left, messy brown hair spills across the pillow. Hange Zoe. Of course it’s fucking Hange. Those round glasses are sitting crooked on the nightstand, one lens smudged. Their mouth is slightly open, breathing deep and even, like they don’t have a single regret. Their arm is the one looped around your middle, fingers splayed possessively over your stomach.
On your right, Shoko Ieiri is tucked against your neck, her dark hair tickling your collarbone. She smells like cigarettes and that stupidly expensive lotion she always uses. One of her legs is thrown over yours, bare skin sliding against bare skin as she stirs.
You feel sick. Not because it didn’t feel good (god, it felt too good), but because these are the two women you can’t stand. Hange with their loud and chaotic energy that always drags you into some insane experiment or argument. Shoko with her lazy sarcasm and the way she looks at you like she already knows every weak spot you have. You’ve spent the last year snapping at both of them, avoiding them at parties, rolling your eyes every time they showed up in the same room.
And now you’re naked between them, covered in marks you don’t even remember getting, and your body is still humming from whatever the hell the three of you did.
“Morning already?” Shoko’s voice is raspy, sleepy, right against your ear. She doesn’t move her head, just presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You were so cute last night. All whiny and desperate.”
Your face burns. “Shut up,” you mutter, you try to sit up, only for Hange’s arm to tighten around you.
Hange makes a pleased sound and nuzzles closer, lips brushing your shoulder. “Mmm, don’t move yet. You feel too good right here.” Their hand slides up, palm cupping one of your breasts like they own it, thumb lazily circling your already hard nipple. “God, you were loud. Kept begging for more even when you were shaking.”
You shove at their wrist, but there’s no real force behind it. Your body still remembers the feeling too clearly: hands everywhere, mouths on your skin, the way they worked together like they’d done this before. The way you came so hard you saw stars and probably screamed both their names.
“I don’t… I don’t remember much,” you admit, hating how small you sound. “Just that it felt… really fucking good.”
Shoko chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. She lifts her head just enough to look at you, brown eyes half-lidded and amused. “Of course it did. You came three times on Hange’s fingers alone before I even got my mouth on you. Then you rode my face like you were trying to break the bed.” She smirks. “You hate us so much, but your pussy didn’t get the memo.”
Hange laughs, bright and loud even though it’s barely morning. They prop themselves up on one elbow, messy hair falling into their face as they grin down at you. “She kept saying ‘I hate you both’ right until she was crying from how good it felt. It was adorable.” Their free hand trails down your stomach, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just above where you’re still sore. “Want me to remind you? I can be gentle this time.”
You slap their hand away, but your thighs press together on instinct. “Don’t. This was a mistake. I was drunk, you two are… you two.”
Shoko just hums, nipping at your earlobe. “Drunk enough to beg us to fuck you together, but not drunk enough to forget how many times you said ‘please’.” She shifts, pressing her body flush against your side, one hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “And look at you now. Still wet just thinking about it.”
You hate that she’s right. Your body is already reacting again, nipples tight, pussy soaked despite the headache and the mortification.
Hange leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth, voice dropping into something softer but still teasing. “We can pretend it never happened if you want. Or…” Their fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh. “We can do it again while you’re sober. See if you still hate us when I eat you out and Shoko’s sitting on your face.”
Your breath catches, you should push them both off, you should grab your clothes (wherever they are) and get the hell out of here. But the way they’re both touching you, the memories flickering back in flashes: Hange’s eager mouth between your legs while Shoko kissed you stupid, the way they laughed when you came so hard you couldn’t speak…
“I… I need a minute,” you whisper, voice shaky.
Shoko smiles against your skin. “Take all the minutes you need, baby. We’re not going anywhere.”
Hange just grins wider, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah. And next time you wake up between us, maybe you’ll remember every single second of how good we made you feel.”
You close your eyes, trying to ignore how your body is already betraying you again, thighs slick and heart racing. You hate them. You really, really do. But you don’t get up, before you can think if it’s a good decision or not, you lean into Hange’s touch, letting their hand roam your body, testing how your body reacts to them.
“You’re sensitive, right?” Hange asks, pinching your poor nipple before soothing the pain with her tongue. You whimper in response, nodding a little and turning your face to Shoko, who’s just watching the scene. “It’s alright, we’ll be gentle.”
“Talk about you,” Shoko adds. “I love seeing her dumb and fucked out. Look, can’t even pretend she hates it.”
You try to glare at her, but it comes out more like a pathetic little pout. “Shut up, Shoko…”
She just smirks and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at her. “Make me.”
Before you can snap back, Hange’s hand slides down between your legs. Their fingers are careful, tracing through your folds like they’re memorizing every inch. You’re embarrassingly wet already and Hange lets out a delighted sound when they feel it.
“So slick for us,” Hange whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Two fingers slide inside you slowly, stretching you just right. They curl gently, stroking that spot that makes your thighs shake. “That’s it… just relax for me.”
You moan before you can stop it, back arching a little into their touch. Hange keeps the pace slow and sweet, fucking you with steady thrusts while their thumb brushes your clit in lazy circles.
Shoko watches for a second longer, then leans in close. “Open your mouth.”
You hesitate, breath hitching. She narrows her eyes. “I said open.”
Your lips part on instinct. Shoko pushes two fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. She slides them deeper, to the back of your throat and you gag softly around them.
“Good girl,” she says, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Suck.”
“Mmph!” You do, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around her fingers while Hange keeps fingering you. The contrast is dizzying. Hange’s touch is so soft and caring, crooning quiet praises against your neck. “You’re doing so well, darling… taking my fingers so nicely. Feel how wet you are? All for us.”
Shoko twists her fingers in your mouth, pushing them in and out slowly. “Look at you. Hating us all year and now you’re drooling on my fingers like a desperate slut.” She pulls them out for a second, strings of spit connecting them to your lips, then spits directly into your open mouth. The warm spit lands on your tongue and she immediately pushes her fingers back in, spreading it around. “Swallow.”
You do, whimpering around her digits. The humiliation burns hot in your chest, but it only makes you wetter. Hange feels it and moans softly, speeding up their fingers just a little.
“She likes that,” Hange says happily, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Her pussy just clenched so hard around me.”
“Of course she does,” Shoko sneers, spitting into your mouth again before feeding you her fingers once more. “She acts all tough but she’s just a needy hole who wants to be used by the girls she pretends to hate.”
Hange nuzzles your neck, still fingering you with that gentle, perfect rhythm. “Don’t listen to her too much, okay? You’re so pretty like this… so good for us.” Their thumb keeps rubbing your clit in soft circles, building the pleasure higher and higher while Shoko keeps fucking your mouth with her fingers, occasionally pulling back to spit on your tongue again.
“F-fuck, Hange… Hange please nghh”
You’re shaking between them, moans muffled around Shoko’s digits, hips rocking weakly to meet Hange’s hand. Every time Shoko spits, you feel yourself clench harder around Hange’s fingers. The mix of Hange’s soft care and Shoko’s mean words is driving you insane.
Hange kisses your cheek tenderly. “You can come whenever you want, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”
Shoko laughs low and cruel, pushing her fingers deeper into your throat. “Yeah. Come on our fingers like the pathetic little bitch you are. We both know you’re dying to.”
Your eyes water, but you can’t stop the building heat. Hange’s fingers curl just right, Shoko’s spit-slick fingers keep sliding over your tongue and you’re trapped between soft praise and sharp degradation. You hate them. You hate how good it feels.
“M’close! S’close ah!” You’re shaking hard, back arched off the bed as the orgasm crashes closer. Your hand weakly pushes at Hange’s wrist, but they just keep going, fingers curling deep inside you with that same gentle but steady rhythm.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Hange murmurs right against your ear, voice so soft and sweet it makes your pussy ache. “You’re doing so good for me. I’ve got you, I promise.”
Before you can even catch your breath, Shoko yanks her fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit dripping down your chin. She wipes them on your cheek like it’s nothing, then suddenly moves, shoving one of your legs up and out of the way.
“Enough of that soft shit,” she says. “My turn.”
She climbs between your thighs fast, lining her wet pussy right up against yours. The second her slick folds slide against you, you gasp. Shoko doesn’t wait. She grabs your hips hard, nails digging in and starts scissoring you with rough rolls of her hips. The friction is brutal and perfect at the same time. Her clit drags hard against yours with every snap, wet sounds filling the room as she grinds down without mercy. It’s so much harder than Hange’s gentle fingers.
“F-fuck… Ah! Shoko!” you cry out.
“Yeah? That’s what I thought,” Shoko sneers, hips slamming against you harder. “Look at you, this sloppy little cunt is dripping all over me.” She grinds in tight circles, making sure your clits rub together with every move. “Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this while you were busy hating us, huh?”
Hange stays right by your side, one arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close. Their free hand cups your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between their fingers. “You’re so beautiful right now… taking everything she gives you. Such a good girl.”
You moan loudly, the mix of Shoko’s rough scissoring and Hange’s sweet touches making your head spin. Hange leans in and kisses you, tongue sliding against yours while their thumb keeps playing with your nipple, pinching and tugging just enough to make you whimper into their mouth.
Shoko laughs breathlessly, never slowing down. She fucks you harder, hips snapping so the wet slap of skin on skin echoes. “Fuck, you’re soaking me. Feel that? That’s how much your body wants this even if your stupid mouth keeps saying you hate us.”
Hange pulls back from the kiss just enough to speak, lips brushing yours. “You’re doing amazing, darling. Look how pretty you sound when you moan like that.” They kiss you again, softer this time, while their hand keeps massaging your tits, switching from one to the other, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples in slow circles.
You can’t think straight. Shoko is scissoring you so hard it almost hurts, her clit grinding relentlessly against yours, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through your whole body with every rough thrust. Your hips jerk up to meet her on instinct, chasing more of that brutal friction.
“Shit, too much, t-too much ah!” you gasp, but your legs spread wider anyway.
“Too much?” Shoko mocks, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Then why are you fucking yourself back on me like a desperate whore?” She speeds up even more, grinding down with mean snaps of her hips that make your clit throb.
Hange kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then down to your neck. “It’s okay if it’s a lot, sweetheart. You can take it, mm? You’re so strong and so pretty when you let go for us.” Their mouth finds your nipple again, sucking gently while their fingers keep playing with the other one, soft and loving like they’re trying to balance out Shoko’s roughness.
You’re crying out with every hard grind from Shoko, body trembling between them. The pleasure is building so fast it scares you. Hange’s gentle kisses and praises keep melting you while Shoko’s mean words and brutal scissoring push you right to the edge.
“Come on,” Shoko growls, hips slamming harder. “Cum for me, you pathetic slut. Make a mess all over my pussy.”
Hange nuzzles your temple, voice warm and encouraging. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
Your whole body locks up, a broken moan ripping from your throat as the orgasm hits you like a wave. You shake violently between them, pussy pulsing hard against Shoko’s as you cum, slick coating both of you.
Shoko doesn’t stop scissoring you through it, riding out every twitch and whimper with that same rough pace. “That’s it. Good little bitch. Look at you soaking the sheets.”
Hange keeps kissing you through the whole thing, soft little pecks on your lips, your cheeks and your forehead, while their hands stay gentle on your tits. “There you go… such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. You did so well.”
You’re panting and wrecked when it finally starts to fade, body limp and trembling. Shoko slows her hips but doesn’t pull away completely, still grinding slow and lazy against your oversensitive clit.
Hange smiles down at you, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “See? You’re okay. We’ve got you.”
Shoko smirks, voice still mean but a little breathless. “Pathetic how fast you came. But cute.”
You can only whimper, caught between hating them and already wanting more. Your whole body feels heavy and way too sensitive. Shoko finally slows her hips, giving one last lazy grind against your soaked pussy before she pulls back with a wet sound that makes your face burn.
“Fuck… that was messy,” she mutters, but her voice isn’t as sharp as before. She flops down on your other side, chest rising and falling fast with a thin sheen of sweat on her skin.
Hange is already moving, gentle as ever. They press soft kisses all over your face, little pecks on your forehead and the tip of your nose. “You did so good, sweetheart,” they whisper. “So pretty when you let go like that. I’m really proud of you.”
You whimper quietly, eyes still half-closed. Your thighs are trembling and sticky, and the ache between your legs is deep now, but in a good way. Hange notices right away. They reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of water that must have been left there last night.
“Here, drink a little,” they say softly, helping you lift your head. You take small sips, the cool water soothing your dry throat. Hange wipes the corner of your mouth with their thumb when a drop escapes. “Good girl. Just like that.”
Shoko watches the whole thing with that lazy smirk, but she doesn’t say anything mean this time. Instead she rolls onto her side and reaches for the blanket that got kicked to the foot of the bed. She pulls it up over the three of you, tucking it around your shoulders with surprising care.
“Don’t get used to this soft shit,” she says, but there’s no bite in it. She scoots closer anyway, pressing her body against your back so you’re sandwiched between them again, this time all warm and safe.
Hange smiles at her over your shoulder, then turns back to you. “You okay? Not too sore?” Their hand slides down gently, not between your legs, just resting on your hip, thumb rubbing slow circles into your skin. “If anything hurts, tell me. I can get a warm cloth or something.”
You shake your head a little. “I’m… fine. Just tired. And kinda embarrassed still.”
Shoko snorts softly against the back of your neck. “Embarrassed? After you came so hard you almost cried? Cute.” But then she presses a kiss right below your ear, surprisingly gentle. “You were hot though. Really hot.”
Hange chuckles quietly and leans in to kiss your lips, no tongue this time. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling. We loved every second, you were perfect.” They pull back and brush your sweaty hair away from your face. “Want me to rub your back a little? Or just cuddle? Whatever you need.”
The warm and safe feeling from a minute ago is already slipping away. Your skin feels sticky and used, your thighs still slick and every little ache between your legs reminds you exactly what just happened. You feel dirty. Really dirty. Like you let the two people you’ve spent months complaining about turn you into something pathetic and needy. Your stomach twists. You shift uncomfortably under the blanket, trying to pull away a little, but Hange’s arm is still draped over you and Shoko’s body is pressed close against your back.
“I… I feel gross,” you whisper, voice cracking. You can’t even look at them. “This was so stupid. I let you both… and now I just feel dirty. Like I shouldn’t have done any of that.”
The words hang in the air for a second. Hange sits up a bit, their messy hair falling into their eyes as they look down at you with a worried expression. “Hey, hey, no. Come here, sweetheart.” They gently pull you closer, wrapping both arms around you so your head rests against their chest. Their hand strokes your hair in soothing motions. “You’re not dirty at all. Not even a little. You were beautiful. You let yourself feel good, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
You shake your head against their skin, eyes stinging. “But it’s you two. I’ve hated you both for so long and then I just… spread my legs and let you fuck me like that. I feel cheap.”
Shoko lets out a quiet sigh from behind you. She doesn’t move away. Instead she slides her arm tighter around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice is still a little raspy, but the mean edge is gone.
“You’re not cheap. Stop that shit right now.” She presses a kiss to the side of your neck, surprisingly soft. “Yeah, we’ve been assholes to each other all year. But last night? This morning? That wasn’t you being pathetic. That was you finally letting go with people who wanted you just as bad.”
You sniffle, still feeling that gross twist in your chest. “I came so hard I couldn’t even think straight… while you were calling me a slut and spitting in my mouth. God, I let you do all that.”
Hange cups your face with both hands, tilting it up so you have to look at them. Their eyes are warm and serious, no teasing grin this time. “Listen to me, okay? You didn’t ‘let’ us do anything you didn’t want. Every moan, every time you pushed back against us, every ‘please’… that was you choosing it. And it was hot as hell, but more than that, it was honest. You’re allowed to want things that feel dirty. It doesn’t make you bad or gross. It just makes you human.”
Shoko’s fingers trace slow circles on your stomach under the blanket. “And for the record,” she says quietly, “I only call you that stuff because I know you like it. Not because I think less of you. If it ever stops feeling good, I’ll shut up. But don’t lie there feeling ashamed like you did something wrong. You looked fucking incredible falling apart between us.”
You bite your lip, tears threatening to spill. “I just… I don’t know how to feel normal after this. My body still feels all… used.”
Hange kisses your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your eye where a tear almost falls. “Then let us help you feel clean again. We can take a shower together if you want. Or I can run a bath. Shoko’ll wash your hair and I’ll massage your shoulders, whatever you need. We want to take care of you.”
Shoko nods against your shoulder. “You’re not gross, idiot. You’re just a girl who came really hard with two people who are crazy about her. That’s not dirty. That’s lucky.”
Hange smiles gently and presses another kiss to your lips. “We’ve got you. Both of us. You don’t have to figure everything out right now. Just let us hold you a little longer, okay? You’re safe here. And you’re wanted exactly like this.”
You stay quiet for a moment, letting their words sink in. The gross feeling is still there, but it’s smaller now, pushed back by Hange’s warm hands in your hair and Shoko’s steady arm around your waist.
“…Okay,” you finally mumble, voice small. “Maybe the shower sounds nice.”
Hange’s face lights up with that bright, gentle smile. “Yeah? Then let’s go. I’ll make the water just how you like it.”
Shoko gives your waist one last squeeze before sitting up. “I’ll change the sheets so you have something clean to come back to. We can talk about it more later, or fuck it out, whatever you prefer.”
You let out a watery laugh despite yourself. Hange helps you sit up, keeping an arm around you the whole time and Shoko leans in to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your cheek.
a/n: as i promised, it's here. i wrote this between two nights lowk just going insane, but i liked how it turned out!!
a/n: i've never posted on tumblr my apologies if something is wrong... i also started writing this a while ago, abandoned it, and then finished it recently so also sorry if there's gaps/errors in it or something's missing 😓😓😓
summary: christina takes you out of a meeting for an unknown reason. you're in her office for longer than you expected...
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The room is quiet without her. The lights buzz overhead, and the air remains stagnant and thick. I'm struggling to keep myself awake, floating through a flatlining meeting.
Until I hear footsteps. The tiles crackle under her approaching stride, echoing through the hallway. My neck jolts up from the sound.
The doorknob turns to reveal Christina standing in the doorway.
She asks me to come help her with something.
"So, what do you need help with?" I ask once we reach her office.
Only for her to pull me aside to the corner.
Away from the window's view, Christina leads me into a deep, longing kiss that feels like she's been waiting for days. Her hands cradle my softening jaw, but I can tell they want to roam lower.
She slowly pulls away, looking at me with those dark, sultry eyes she uses when she wants something.
"I just wanted my wife to keep me company. I don't really need anything." she says, eyes locked on mine.
We sit together at her desk, desire pooling in my abdomen from the way her blouse hugs her curves and her chestnut curls brush her shoulders. Running a hand down from her shoulder, her biceps ridge under my touch. There's nothing more in the world that I want than her.
I watch her shift in her seat, eyes wandering from her work to me.
"How am I supposed to focus when you're distracting me like this?" she croons.
"Pay attention to your work, Christina." I say, teasing.
I expect her to go back to what she was doing. Instead, she holds her gaze on me, her eyes darkening.
"Ugh," she whispers, "come here, baby."
She pulls me in close, one hand on my waist and the other pulling down the cover for the window on the door. She plants kisses on my neck, tugging at my sleeves, trailing them down to my now exposed shoulder.
I bathe in it all; her warmth on my collarbone, hands brushing between my skin and the fabric, and how it feels like this will never end.
She wedges her thigh in between my legs, my hips bucking.
"I know what you want, love, but you have to be quiet. They can't find us like this." Christina whispers, the vibration crashing into the shell of my ear.
She takes my clothes off before I can do it myself. Sliding my shirt down my arms, her focused gaze never leaves my body. My legs tremble as she pulls my jeans off. Her breath hitches as she takes in my almost bare figure.
"God," she sighs, "you look so fucking amazing."
She kisses me deeper than she has before. I hold onto her by the shirt, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.
"Use your words, baby." she purrs.
"Take this off? For me?" I ask, voice softer than I intended.
Without a word, she smirks at me and swiftly takes off her clothes, her shirt catching on her perfectly sculpted body and revealing smooth, freckled skin.
We're intertwined in the most intimate way. Lacy undergarments rubbing together, warm skin touching.
She kisses me, hands roaming from my breasts to my waist. I can feel her waiting for a reaction.
Rocking me on her lap, her hand traces my hairline, the other still gripping my curves.
She comes back for air, resting her forehead against mine, holding me like she's afraid to let me go.
Heat swirls and pulses between my legs.
I can't take it anymore, and she can tell.
Christina slips her free hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit over my lacy underwear. I start to grind against her fingers, increasing the pressure between us.
"You're so needy for mommy, baby." she hums against my neck. "So wet for me."
This only makes it worse. She takes off my soaked underwear, dampening her thigh with my wetness. As she holds my waist, I drag my hips back and forth on her lap. The friction still isn't enough.
"I need... more, mommy." I whine, voice breaking.
"More what, puppy? What do you need?"
"You. I need you to fuck me, please, put your fingers inside me." I beg.
Still pushing and rubbing her fingers against my clit, she sighs and starts to massage slow, torturous circles in the same spot.
"I feel nice enough to let you have it," Christina breathes, "but you have to make up for it later." she continues, smirking.
Without waiting for a response, she hooks her fingers inside me, quickly clasping her hand on my mouth to stifle my moans.
"Quiet down, sweetheart..." she whispers.
I lower my hips closer to her knuckles, jerking them forward, helplessly trying to get her fingers in deeper.
"You want it that bad, sweet girl?"
At first, all I can do is whimper. She looks at me sweetly through it all.
"Aw," she croons, voice laced with mock pity. "My baby's so horny she can't even tell me what she wants."
She keeps her pace, curving her fingers inside me. My insides ache for more, pulsing and fluttering around her agonizingly slow touch.
I can see she's wet, too. I know she loves to hear me beg.
I try my hardest to find the words she wants to hear.
"Please, mommy," I cry, "I need you to fuck me, I'll be so good for you, just please give me more-"
is all she needed.
She runs her hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ear as she kisses me.
"That's my good girl, you're always so good for me, baby. Let mommy take care of you." she huffs.
I'm hypnotized by the sight. Christina's fingers pump in and out of me, obscenely wet noises circling around the room as she groans softly into my ear.
"You're so fucking tight around my fingers, baby, I love it," she says, voice breaking at the end.
Pleasure builds deep in my abdomen. Now, she leaves no room for desire, no missing pieces. She gives me all I need.
The familiar string of tension tightens in my gut. My heels dig into the back of the chair, legs trembling. Waves and waves of heat lap onto my face.
"That's it, baby, let go for me. You're safe, I promise you're safe." Christina breathes.
It knocks everything out of me.
She knows to cover my mouth to stifle the high, broken whimpers escaping from my throat. My pussy clenches around her fingers, dripping as I collapse onto her warm shoulder.
As soon as I bring my head up, she kisses me again.
"You did so good for me, love," she hums between kisses. "Do you think you want more?"
Warmth courses through me from her words.
"Really? You're not worried we'll get caught?" I ask.
"I can take as long as I want with you, baby," she says, "and I won't let anyone tell me otherwise."
After those words, she gets up, turns, and reaches into her bag. Her biceps flex as she digs deeper.
I knew exactly what it was before she showed me. Her strap, hanging from the harness she's adjusting.
I can feel myself salivating as she puts it on. I'm taken over by the sight, mindlessly shifting next to her as I stare.
She looks at me right in my eyes and sets me down on the chair she was just sitting on, pressing my back into her lingering warmth. Christina kneels down, face between my thighs, and spits onto my pussy.
"Now rub your clit for me. Just making sure you're nice and soaked for my strap, sweetheart." she says, voice bouncing off my skin.
She stands in front of me, beautiful perky breasts and arms I need her to hold me in. Her eyes are still locked on my body, watching me touch myself in obedience.
Her eyes glisten with hunger.
I can't help myself when I see her like this.
"Can you put it in, mommy? Please?" I beg, holding my arm out.
Without a response, she leans in and kisses me, the strap brushing my inner thigh.
"Shh, baby," she says against my lips. "It's okay. I will."
I'm cradling her face when she pulls away and smirks. She rubs the tip of the strap onto my clit, sliding it down my folds until she starts to put it in.
"You like that, puppy? You want me to fill you up nice and deep?"
"Just relax and take it like a good girl." she whispers.
My response is replaced by desperate moans. She can hear my pleas through it all. I've completely fallen apart— whimpering, cursing, moaning her name.
She groans quietly hearing it all.
It's too much, all at once, I can't take it anymore.
"Already? It's barely been a few minutes and you're already gonna cum for me like the needy little whore that you are." she teases.
I still don't respond.
"I won't let you cum until you learn to use your words like a good girl."
Her words push me closer to the edge. As she still thrusts in and out of me, I find my quiet, desperate words.
"Christina— baby, I can't do it anymore, I'm gonna— I'm gonna cum—" I whimper.
"Okay, baby. Cum on my strap. I want to see how good I fuck your pussy."
I cum before she's even done talking. Her words are cut off by my high, broken moans, ecstasy biting and scratching at my neck. I whimper her name like it's the only word I know as she fucks me through it, showering me with praise.
"You're such a good fucking girl for me. Oh my god, you're so pathetic and beautiful right now and I can't believe you're all mine." she gushes.
I'm such a mess for her— panting, sweating, limp from pleasure. She leans down and quickly kisses my forehead before dropping to her knees again.
"I want to taste what I did to you," she whispers. "Let mommy clean up all your mess."
My body relaxes at her words, the only approval she needs.
She starts slow, dragging her tongue up and down my slit and licking focused circles around my clit.
She's tearing me apart.
Once she speeds up, I'm writhing in pleasure, hand tucked under her curls and holding her head in place.
She's right where she wants to be, pushing her head in deeper to give me exactly what I want.
The pressure builds too fast, threatening to snap any second.
"Christina— please, baby, I'm gonna cum—" I whine through broken moans.
"Already, puppy? Fine. You've been so good and patient for me this whole time..." she coos.
The dam breaks like her words sent signals. She keeps her head between my legs, lapping up my cum. One of her hands runs through my hair, while the other covers my mouth to block my moans.
A smile creeps through her face as she jolts up to kiss me after I sigh of relief. She's bent over my limp, heaving body, kissing me and following each one with praise.
I want to return the favor, to break her like she did to me. I pull back from the kiss.
"What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" she asks.
"No, no, it's just... Let me taste you now. Please." I beg, inches away from her face.
All she does is nod, grinning at my words. She sits up, giving me space to get down and rest between her thighs.
I dive in like I'm starving.
Her moans spill over and it feels so good to make her feel like this.
I can feel her body relaxing under and arching into my tongue. I stay gentle, as if I were pampering her, yet punishingly slow, leaving her begging for more.
"There you are," I coo, "you look so hot like this."
"Please— don't stop, baby. God, I love you so much—" Christina whimpers, taking in desperate breaths.
"I won't, I promise. Anything for you, mommy—" I say, in the sweet, practically worshipping tone she loves.
Until my words are interrupted by her moans. My tongue dutifully flicks in patterns against her clit, matching the pace of the sounds escaping from her throat.
She tries her best to lazily press her hand softly against my head, keeping it in place.
I loosen under her touch, like I'm right where I need to be. Like I'm home.
Again, my serenity is interrupted by her voice freeing itself from its cage.
"Oh my god, right there, baby. You're gonna make me cum, that feels so fucking good—" she gasps, muffled by my hand frantically rising to quieten her.
"I know, I know, it's okay. Cum for me." I say reassuringly.
My words send her over the edge. I continue eating her out, violent shocks of her pleasure pulsing against my mouth. I press loving kisses against her quivering thighs.
"God... you taste so fucking good." I murmur against her thighs, savoring her drops of ecstasy flooding my mouth.
I sat up, office chair creaking under my shift in movement, grabbing her hips and tucking stray hairs behind her ears. Her breath heaves in my arms.
Burying my face in her shoulder, I take in her familiar, warm scent.
"Okay," I whisper, breathless, "we probably can't do this at work again. I think I missed, like, a lot of my meeting."
"Baby, who cares about the stupid meeting. It didn't look like you were doing anything important anyway. I'm sure you enjoyed yourself a lot more with me..." she says.
I can't help but laugh at that.
"Yeah," I giggle, "guess I did."
"Stay in here with me until someone asks for you. I'll miss you too much." Christina pleads with puppy eyes.
Taking my soft smile as approval, she presses a slow, gentle kiss to my lips. The moment melts into a blurry, gleaming hum.
She pulls away, smooths out her clothes, and shifts her eyes to her dark computer screen all in one swift motion.
We sit together, absorbing the sound of her clicking mouse and the buzzing office. Like no one else is around.
I'll have her on my lap, her in her underwear and shorts, making out.
she's sitting straight on my crotch and i can feel her...pulsating. our little kisses do turn her on that much? my desperate baby. your little shorts don't hide shit.
my hands on her hips, squeezing and she lets out a cry right in my mouth. fuck it went straight to my core.
seems like my hands are too heavy for her, she keeps sinking more into me, seeking more friction. is it me, or my pants keep getting wetter? oh, it's her useless little shorts, they don't hold shit.
"take them off." slowly,with slightly shaky hands, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid them down over her hips, sinking back to me right after. yeah, she is soaking, the glistening is undeniable.
"i want you to make yourself feel good, princess" i twitch my hips into hers, lean to kiss her neck, as she tries to find some ground by gripping my shoulders.
"i want that too" breathless, she got the clue. her pretty little hips start moving, slow, long strides. i didn't expect they would feel so vivid to me also.
we keep kissing, i keep guiding her, she keeps her movement.
her trajectory is perfect, god, im so weak for it, i can feel her every fold, i hold back so much.
"mm.. don't you dare stop"
in the meanwhile, my clothes became a damp mess from her. she is picking up the pace, swirling in circles, and she keeps getting louder. and suddenly i don't give a shit about the mess.
"keep going baby, you are so good for me"
the picture is perfect, as she leaned back, changing the angle. her arms behind her on my knees for support, her lace black bralette and panties sit so good on her. her lips parted, barely holding her eyes open.
I'm so close.
as i reach to trace her skin with my tongue - from her waistband to her neck, agonisingly slowly, it seems to bring her almost over the edge. didn't know she had it in her, the grip on my hair is deadly. fuck i love it.
She is close too.
my hand slides to her neck and that was the last straw. fuck, the sound she made, the way her hips twiched one last time, the urgency that she found my lips with.
"show me" i tug on her panties.
my eyes trail her movements with such hunger and desperation, as she slid them off for me, her juices coming off in strands.
my hands slowly lifted, to rest in her thigh.
"you know i could devour you, right?" going further, sliding my knuckle through her folds, collecting her wetness.
i lick it off clean and now I'm fucking unstoppable.
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