tags: drinking, modern setting, smut, one night stand, or is it?
It was another normal week for you; Wake up, go to work, go home, sleep, and then repeat. But for some reason you've been feeling so drained and exhausted by the repetitiveness of the days. Although you love your job and the life that you have now, you find yourself thinking that it has been lacking thrill and drama. So when your coworkers invited you for a drink, you didn’t hesitate to come.
So there you are, drinking your third cocktail of the night, spacing out because the conversation amongst your coworkers was getting boring, but you didn’t mind it. You had no regrets about coming here. The bar is lively, the interiors are flashy, and the music is good. You were alone in your thoughts when you heard a cheerful “Hi! What’s a pretty girl doing here on a weekday?”
You look for the source of the deep voice to find a tall and androgynous figure. The blood circulating in your body has rushed to your face and all you could think is Wow. hot. Hot. Hot!!
“Oh, hi? I’m here with my coworkers. We’ve been drained lately.”, You tried your best to reply. “Um, what brings you here?” You continue.
“I’m here with my coworkers too! Same situation as yours, actually.” Hange replied confidently.
Hange was looking for a pretty girl someone interesting to talk to because they’ve exhausted every topic with their coworkers.
You, who seemed meek and unmoving, were surrounded by a diverse group of people who were chatting amongst themselves, but you stood out because you were a step away from them and not partaking in the conversation.
If the world is full of uncertainties, there is at least one thing that is certain, and that is Hange not knowing how to read social cues. Hange came up to you and sparked a conversation. It started with you two exchanging names until it became talking about everything under and beyond the sun.
Hange’s energy and bright spirit is contagious, you can’t help but smile and giggle throughout your conversation with them. They’re smart and very passionate about their career. They’re a chatterbox and it seems like they won’t ever run out of topics to talk about, but you’re not complaining. You can listen to Hange forever just to see their smile, their mannerisms while talking, the brightness in their eyes, their plump lips, their long fingers-
You can’t tell if you drank a little too much or if it’s the lighting in the club, but Hange looks really hot and it’s getting you frustrated. You’ve lost focus on what they're talking about as your mind thinks of scenarios you probably shouldn’t be daydreaming about. So you do something that an intoxicated person would do, kiss them on the lips.
You feel their lips on yours and it tastes really sweet, but you also feel Hange stiffen from surprise. You back away immediately and feel like the liquor is gone from your system.
“Oh my god. I am so sorry about that. I should have asked you first. Do you want me to leave? I should l-” Hange cuts you off with a kiss before you could finish your apology. This time, it was you who got surprised. It didn’t take long until you relaxed into the kiss. It also didn’t take long until it turned into a heated makeout session.
Hange is the first to break away from the kiss and you take the opportunity to catch your breath. They held eye contact with you and breathed out, “You wanna take this further?” You nodded immediately. You feel your panties get wet just from their raspy voice. “Let’s go to my place.” You manage to stutter.
One minute you were at the bar with your coworkers, the next you’re in your bedroom with Hange in between your legs eating you out like your pussy is the last meal on Earth, savoring your taste and making the most lewd noises. You lay there, trying to focus on your breathing to last longer, but no one’s touched you there in a damn hot minute.
“Hange, please. I’m so close.” you manage to get out. You’re not sure if they heard you at all over the filthy sounds of their mouth on your skin or if they don’t care because they continued lapping their tongue on your cunt.
It didn’t take long before you found yourself shaking and holding on to Hange’s disheveled ponytail, eyes rolled back and mouth open for a long breathy moan. They slowed down their pace to work you through your orgasm.
Hange parts from your legs to let you catch your breath and recover. You lay there, staring at the ceiling, but not really because your vision is unfocused.
A few seconds pass, Hange maneuvers your body so you could sit up and lay your back onto their chest. With little consciousness, you realize that your bodies are facing the mirror. You can see yourself looking like a mess. Your top is still on, but it’s wrinkled and showing most of your skin. Meanwhile Hange is fully clothed, still in their formal business attire.
Seeing the two of you like this makes you lightheaded and you can’t help but feel the power and dominance Hange has over your messy and fragile figure. You look away from the mirror, but Hange grips your jaw so you could face it again.
“Look at you, such a mess. Will you be a good girl for me and keep your eyes on the mirror?” Hange whispered deeply. You nod while looking at them through the mirror. “Words, doll.”
You gulp before letting out a meek “Yes.”. Once they heard your confirmation, they started littering sloppy kisses all over your jaw, the back of your ears, and neck while fondling the curves of your skin. Your eyes instinctively close and you let out a sigh until Hange pinched your waist.
“Eyes on the mirror.”
So you tried. With heavy eyelids and dilated pupils, you try your best to keep your eyes on the reflection. You can see one of their hands groping your breasts, while the other is creeping down between your legs. Suddenly, the middle finger of their dominant hand is circling your clit causing you to flinch from oversensitivity because you haven’t fully recovered from your last orgasm.
A series of moans come out of your lips as they continue to bring you closer to another orgasm. It feels so good. This is your first time with Hange, but they’re pleasuring you as if they have 20 years of experience with your body. Abruptly, they take their hand away from your pussy, and before you can whine about it, you watch as Hange spits on their hand before inserting their middle and ring finger into your hole.
You gasp as they finger you. The pleasure multiplied to a hundred because you’re watching yourself through the mirror. You’re whining and moaning, biting your lips isn’t helping them to be silenced. Hange leaving love bites on your neck, the scene, and the profound pleasure has you overwhelmed. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut until Hange’s other hand grips your jaw again.
“Watch yourself or I’ll stop.”
Your eyes quickly open to obey Hange which prompts them to continue to finger you sloppily while keeping their grip on your jaw. They rest their thumb on your clit, occasionally circling it while they curl their fingers inside you. They’re doing it so skillfully that you’re reduced to a whining mess. You feel your orgasm coming as you’re grunting and panting.
Hange sees you diligently keeping your eyes on the reflection. Their grip on your jaw goes down to your neck to lightly squeeze it. They leave their hand on your neck as they resume leaving sweet kisses wherever they can, wherever their lips can reach.
“Ha…. hah.. I’m close. I’m so close.”. You struggled to speak from the immense pleasure and their hand on your throat. They quicken their pace and press their thumb on your clit, the hand on your neck going up to your lips. They take advantage of your open mouth, entering three of their digits and pressing down on your tongue. The view is so lewd. You have no choice but to moan loudly and drool all over yourself and their fingers. Then, you’re cumming in no time.
You’re sobbing open-mouthed, drooling, and crying while Hange continues their assault on your pussy. With brows furrowed, you whine long and loud for them to stop to which Hange slows down and eventually halts moving their fingers.
They remove their fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva dripping down your front as they do so. You lay limp on their body, catching your breath after a mind shattering orgasm, but then you remember Hange hasn’t gotten off. You twist your body around to face them.
“Hange, can I please go down on you?” You begged while panting.
They kissed you before replying, “You don’t have to, sweetheart.”
“I really want to. Please?” You breathed out. Your best puppy eyes on display for them.
“Whatever you want, darling.”
You kissed them excitedly. Actually, it was sloppier than intended, but Hange didn’t seem to mind. Once you’ve run out of breath, you kneel on the floor in front of them. With shaky hands, you hurriedly unbutton and take off Hange’s pants along with their boxers. You dive your face into their cunt with no other thoughts except to make them cum.
You tried to eat them out like how they did to you earlier, hungry and filthy. You spread their pussy lips with your fingers, your warm breath fanning their heat. Hange has their head back and sighing.
“Good girl, just like that.”
“You’re doing so well.”
Praises fall out of their mouth which makes you more eager to get them to cum. Your hands grip their muscular thighs. You flatten your tongue on their clit and moan, mainly because you’re enjoying it too, but to send vibrations to their cunt as well. This pushed Hange over the edge.
Now they’re cumming on your mouth, and you try to savor the sight. Hange looking down on you, gripping your hair while biting their lip.
You stand on your feet to pull them into a passionate kiss. You push them down so you can lay on top. Their hands find their way to your waist while you hold yourself up with your arms. You kiss for what felt like hours until the two of you got tired, lips swollen and red from all the biting and sucking. You both laid on the bed to rest before suggesting, “We should wash up.”.
You walk out of the bathroom with trembling legs, but you see Hange hesitating to go back into your bedroom.
“Just come in and stay the night if you want. I have clothes you can borrow. I’ll accompany you when you leave in the morning. Okay?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m so sure. Get in here.”
It’s quite awkward sleeping on the same bed with someone you met just a few hours ago, but the both of you were too sleepy and tired to care. Before you drifted to sleep, you made a mental note to yourself to get Hange’s number in the morning. A person this beautiful and passionate about their ambitions and in bed cannot be a one time thing. No, you need to be their wife immediately.
cw: smut, +18 only! pussy eating, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, softdom!hange. (1k words, not beta read and written on my phone. beware.)
author’s note: don’t ask, this just left my body like i was exorcised. hope you enjoy it ;)
The soft moan that leaves your lips ignites something in Hange’s heart. Something sick, greedy and powerful.
Lust.
You are half naked on top of them, only in a frilly skirt that pools around your waist, bare pussy exposed to your lover. They look up at you through dark eyelashes, thick oval glasses discarded a long time ago.
Hange’s hands find home on the soft fat of your thighs, fingers buried in your inviting skin. Your knees are pressed to the mattress, on each side of their legs.
“Look so pretty like this.” Hange mutters, mouth pressed against your nipple, tongue gently teasing you. “So needy.”
The tone in their voice isn’t mocking or playful: it drips with honeyed want, lust clear in their words. Hange wants to mark your skin and soul with their love.
A couple of digits finds your sensitive pearl of pleasure, moving in circles against your clit — not enough pressure to properly get you off, which makes you whine.
“Need more, Han, please.”
“I know what you need.” Hange says, with a firm tone in their voice. “But I won’t give it to you now. You gotta wait.”
The whine that leaves your lips isn’t intended, making you sound like even more of a brat. In a swift move, Hange turns your body around, as your back hits the soft mattress underneath you. With them on top of you now, you know you are playing a dangerous game.
“Maybe I should tie you up.” They suggest, fingers still moving against your needy pussy. “Put a vibrator inside this greedy cunt and leave you here for a few hours.”
You moan something that sounds like no and please at the same time.
“Well, then you’ll just have to behave for me. Think you can do that?”
You nod, bottom lip caught in between your teeth.
Hange removes your skirt, then. The fact that they are still dressed just adds to the imbalanced power they have over you, which they gladly take — they don’t steal this power, however: it’s something that you willingly offer to them. An offering to your God, your body and soul.
They like to explore you, play with you. Hange’s moves are calculated, precise. Fingers moving against your cunt, avoiding your clit, spreading your lips apart. It leaves you even more exposed, making you drip against their fingertips, wetness splattered on your things and on the mattress.
“What a pretty cunt you have, baby. Prettiest I’ve ever seen. Could play with it all day…” they whisper, more to themself than to you.
Hange licks their teeth before lowering themself, a fiery look in their eyes. Their tongue, warm and wet, slides against the skin of your inner thighs. Pressing open mouthed kisses and lightly grazing their teeth on your skin, Hange looks up at you, briefly. They are met with the exact description of heaven: your head is thrown back in pleasure, body marked with love bites, gleaming with sweat and spit.
Truly, a goddess.
When Hange’s mouth finally finds your needy clit, you whine – a broken sound, desperate. They smile into your pussy, messily making out with it. The taste of your juices almost makes Hange’s tongue ache with the need to drink you whole. The sounds you make get louder, more sinful by the second.
A couple of digits play with your entrance, fingertips barely entering your cunt, just enough to tease you – mess with your sanity even more.
“Fuck, what a sight for sore eyes you are, princess. Look so good, so pretty… and just for me.” The last words are whispered, almost as if it is a secret between the two of you. A passion so fiery and possessive on Hange’s tone, it makes your body warmer.
Properly fucking you this time, fingers curling inside you – added to their mouth back on your clit, circling it at the right speed – the bubble of warmth on your lower stomach grows even bigger, threatening to explode at any given moment.
“Han, fuck, please, ohmygod”
It’s incoherent, what leaves your mouth – a babbling that almost sounds like words, begging for Hange to let you come. Their movements grow harder, faster, just the way you like it. Soon, your body convulses in pleasure, as the earth stutters on its axis. The pleasure overtakes you, traveling through your entire body. Your hands find your lover’s hair, a movement caught in between shoving them away and pulling them closer.
“Came.” You moan, as they don’t cease the movements. “Already came, Han, please-”
They smile up at you, canines glaring at you in a wolfish way. You are their lamb, that much you are aware of – a prey, in love with what overpowers you.
“Oh baby, you were begging to come just now… what happened?” The faux sympathy in their tone somehow turns you on even more. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shake your head.
“Gotta use your words, princess.” They say, removing your mouth – it isn’t a matter of teasing but consent. Hange would never do anything that makes you uncomfortable.
“Don’t wanna stop, Han, please keep going.”
This time, Hange lays by your side, one of your legs wrapped around their waist, pussy exposed for their hands to work. Their fingers fuck you deliciously, at just the right speed and pressure. Something inside you is hot, growing. Your eyes roll into your skull, as you pant. You look desperate – pathetic.
“Yeah baby, doing so good. Looking so pretty and taking what I give you, fuck.”
There’s a light pink tint on Hange’s face, a darker look on their warm brown eyes. Their forehead glues to yours, pressed against you. They want to swallow you whole, want your bodies to become just one – you are already one single soul.
“That’s it, princess. Getting close?”
You moan, whine, groan. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode, and also does something in your belly.
“Fuck, gonna cum. Gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, angel.”
And you do – strongly, your body shakes once more, legs trembling shortly before going limp. You drench Hange with your liquids, as it squirts from you. Your lover moans, a husky laugh escaping their lips. They press their lips to your forehead, a silent reassurance that you should not feel ashamed by your body's natural reaction.
“Did so good. So fucking good.” They whisper, removing your leg from around them. “Let’s rest now.”
With your head against their chest, you close your eyes and smile. There isn’t anything better in the world than belonging to Hange Zoe.
Kinda need Hange and reader to have like a self care day. Like staying in all day and just doting on each other and taking care of each other
Today is your day off. You had no plans and schedules except to lay in bed the whole day and catch up on sleep. Hange knew about this, so they took the day off too. They put aside their responsibilities and errands for the day to spend time with you.
So there you both were on the bed, syncing breaths and cuddling each other. All your worries are washed away. Laying in Hange’s arms feels so nice, so safe. This goes without saying, but you wish you could stay like this forever. You can’t be happier and loved than this.
Hours go by. You don’t know what time it is anymore. You don’t really care because you were too busy trying to savor the moment.
Hange is the first to speak among the both of you. “We should eat breakfast. I’m getting hungry.” They say matter of factly before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Yeah.. okay”. You reply drowsily, voice hoarse from not using it.
“Alright. I’m gonna get up now to make us something.”. Hange says as they get up from bed. You garble a quick “Mkay'' as you stretch on the bed. Mentally preparing yourself to get up.
When you go into the kitchen, you find Hange cooking omelettes and sausages. They had to make do with what's in the fridge.
It's so domestic. You feel emotions surge in you with a heavy weight, but you try to brush it away by hugging Hange’s back as they cook.
“Hey dear, my darling dookie. I’m almost done.”
You scoff at the pet name but kiss their back anyway. Peeling yourself away from their body, you make Hange’s coffee as they like it. You also prepare the table and plates.
Here you are now, eating beside your beloved. You can’t help but let out a sappy “Thank you. I love you”. The words slip out so easy, like loving Hange is the most natural thing.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”. Hange tried their best to say with a mouth full of food.
Once the both of you have finished eating, you go to wash the plates while Hange wipes the table clean. Afterwards, you suggest taking a nice shower.
“Together?” Hange smirked as they teased.
“Yes. together.”. You reply before preparing the tub, filling it up with warm water and your favorite scented soap. While you wait for the water to fill the tub, you get out of the bathroom to see Hange hugging and kissing the cat.
He was an orange cat that they brought home one day. He was still a scrunkly and stinky kitten when Hange took him home. It was fascinating to witness the cat’s growth, how it grew up to be so impulsive, energetic, and full of love, just like Hange.
You approach them to place a kiss on their heads before telling them that the bath is ready.
Hange lets out a high pitched “byebyebye baby, see ya my little stinky” to the feline before following you into the bathroom.
Both of you strip off your clothes and you tell Hange to go in first. Hange obeys wordlessly. You then follow, laying on their chest as Hange instinctively holds your waist.
Silence fills the air. You feel yourself getting drowsy again until you feel a hand grab your breasts.
“Nice tits.”
You ignore the comment as you lay your head on their shoulder, but you feel their hand creep lower down your body. It’s annoying how they know exactly how to rile you up so fast. You give in, turning your face to the side to capture Hange’s lips in a heated kiss. Then one thing led to another, you realize as the both of you are gasping for air while touching one another. Helping each other to reach a climax.
Hange got what they started. The both of you satiated and satisfied.
You peel yourself away from Hange’s skin to grab the shampoo. Squeezing a dollop into your hand, you rub it into their hair and scratch their scalp as a way to say “I love you”, hoping that feelings can pass through your fingertips and into Hange’s head.
Once you're done, Hange takes the shampoo to do the same to you. You let their fingers run through the hair on your scalp. You close your eyes from the relaxing sensation and let them take care of you.
You take the body wash and squeeze it on both of your bodies, helping each other to scrub the surface of yours and Hange’s skin. The both of you continue to bathe, so close, so intimate, and tooth rottingly sweet. Finally, you both get into comfortable clothes.
Drawing the curtains closed, setting the temperature nice and cool, and fluffing the bed, there’s nothing more tempting to do but to lay back in bed.
“Let’s rest more, baby.” You suggest, but it sounds more like an order.
“Yes, ma’am!”
So there you both were on the bed, syncing breaths and cuddling each other. All your worries are washed away. Laying in Hange’s arms feels so nice, so safe. This goes without saying, but you wish you could stay like this forever. You can’t be happier and loved than this.
a/n: thank u anon!! i hope this was what u were looking for
hii this is kinda out there but do you think hange would ever let you use the strap on them?
Yes absolutely. I believe that Hange finds pleasure in making their partner feel good. So, if strapping them would bring their partner satisfaction then that would be enough of a reason for Hange to agree. But I like to think that Hange would still be the dominant one. They would guide them on what to do and praise them when they do well. They would say things like “Yeah just like that.” and “You're doing so well for me.”.
Thank u for this anon!! As always, feel free to ask/request stuff. I feel more motivated to write that way hehe <3
Need domestic Hanji x reader type sht. Does reader cut hanji’s hair??? Does Hanji bring home every stray?? Hanji never gave a crap about interior decorating until Y/N??? Slay??
Headcanons: Domestic Life With Hanji Zoe
a/n: i love them, your honor. i want to give them the entire world and stars and everything else this universe has to offer and then some more.
warnings: none, just fluff. you know the drill: not beta read, we die like men ♡
/ hanji never really cared about the way that they look. Sometimes, they would wear the most atrocious outfits known to men and not brush their hair for days. It wasn't until they met you that they decided to put in the effort to look their best.
/ though, they never really got the hang on how to do their hair. eventually, they just let it grow. it was nearly down to their hips and it became too hard to manage when they sheepishly ask you to cut it for them.
/ by the blush on their face and a couple of tears in their eyes, you could tell that this whole thing was just too overwhelming for them and a sensory overload. your heart was aching so badly from seeing them in such a state, you didn't even hesitate.
/ so, at 3am, you grabbed a pair of scissors and began snipping away. one inch turned to two, turned to three... turned to eleven. by the time you were done and looked down at the ground, a wave of fear washing over you as you pull away.
/ your fingers shake their hair, making sure there aren't any uneven strands and that all the loose hair would fall from their head. the first thing they say when you are done? "wow, my head feels so much lighter."
/ they look at themselves in the mirror and fall silent. you can feel the pit in your stomach forming, your breath begins to tremble as you look at them, helplessly preparing to mumble a long apology. that is until they turn around, arms wrapping around you, "I LOVE IT!!!!"
/ after that, you start trimming their hair every so often, just to make sure it would always be at this manageable length. and even then you started learning new styles, buying small clips and headbands, anything to make them look even more adorable than they already are.
/ hanji is a very hard person to wake up. opening the blinds, countless alarms, pulling the covers, not even water will work. but do you wanna know what will? the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the promise of kisses.
/ "haaaaanjiiiii" you call out every morning and, immediately, you can hear rushed footsteps coming down the stairs, their feet tripping over one another as they desperately throw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.
/ they drink their coffee black with AT LEAST four spoons full of sugar. do they eat in the morning? a piece of toast and then they go about their day, not drinking a single sip of water until you DEMAND that they do. they only agree because the energy drink is making their kidneys hurt, which is why you have so many variations of cranberry juice: crangrape, cranapple, just plain cranberry.
/ they don't like going to the grocery store. it's too crowded, too loud and too bright. so you are used to doing the shopping by yourself most of time, but sometimes, every so often, hanji finds themselves feeling a bit too clingy to let you go by yourself.
/ so you offer to hold their hand the entire time. and you have to keep the promise, otherwise you'll find them a sobbing mess, like a lost child almost. usually, when you get to the store, you can see how much the environment is already affecting them, so you wrap your arm around theirs as the two of you work together to push the cart.
/ when you need something from a tall shelf, hanji will hold your hand with one hand and reach up with the other. they are relatively tall so it doesn't take much but their hand must be touching yours at all times.
/ you will often try to make up fun games, like "who can pick out the most veggies in a minute?" or "how many cans can you stack in the cart before they fall" or "$1 dvd hunt and snack baskets." silly things to take hanji's mind away from the anxiety and it works like a charm every time, as long as your hands are still linked together.
/ it is a constant struggle having to keep hanji from bringing home every stray they find. the two of you already have two cats and a dog, but they insist on feeding every neighborhood animal, always building warm outside houses for them during the winter, leaving clean water outside for them every day.
/ one time, they tried to bring a racoon inside, pretending it was a cat and hoping you wouldn't notice. you screamed so loudly that both of them ran outside.
/ in past relationships, hanji was never allowed to decorate anything, or even leave a single toothbrush at their ex's house. so when you asked about colors for the walls and the curtains, they were a little shocked, maybe even a little scared.
/ at first, they try to go along with things you like or what they think you might choose if it was up to you. they do it until you get annoyed and give them only options they might like. it turns them into a blushing mess when they realize but the simple knowledge that you are so determined to make them know that this is your home TOGETHER makes them even more sure that you are the one.
/ hanji is a heavy sleeper but they roll around in bed so much that it was actually hard for you to get asleep when the two of you first started dating. at the point where you move in together, you aren't even bothered by it anymore.
/ they have a little compartment for their glasses on their bedside table, but they never use it. instead, they just throw the pair anywhere before jumping into bed with you, their eyes fixated on you, even if they can't actually see you other than the shape of your body.
/ hanji has a massive garden in the back of your house. every time the two of you travel somewhere, they gather seeds to bring home and figure out what will grow and what won't.
/ the two of you travel a lot. when it's by car, hanji is usually the one to drive while you are the one to pack the bags and snacks for the road. you are also in charge of the songs but you make sure to choose songs both of you enjoy. unless hanji pisses you off, in that case you always choose that one band they can't stand.
/ if it's by plane, you are the one who has to wake hanji up, make sure the two of you have everything, that their passport is in their hand, that there is nothing missing, that they have medicines, chargers and everything else.
/ hanji is fascinated by planes but also scared of them. they can't quite explain why, but a simple look at it causes them to freeze in place, almost like.. it's a memory. a bad one. so you make sure to hold their hand the entire time, nuzzle your head on their shoulder and just shower them with love.
/ the two of you always cuddle. even when it's burning hot, you just ditch the covers and clothes, the need to be touching each other is much higher than anything else.
/ you and hanji are always together. and when they propose, there was no other answer you could give. it was an immediate "yes ♡"
Male gaze Hane zoe is the most scariest thing ever. No matter what gender you hc them as you have to admit that Hanji would not be wearing a scantily made dress with dainty little flowers on it
Do you have any headcanons about Hange in a college/university setting? What would their major be, what their study habits are like, what he does outside of studying, etc.
hi anon!! thanks for this <3
i've posted something like this before here
to add on to what hange would be doing outside of academics, I think they'd just want to lay on the grass and take a little nap. They would also take care of the cats and dogs of the campus; They would feed, pet, and keep them company. I also think they would be a student assistant or student council for the university because they have that leadership quality.
hange fuckin u w the strap and praising u when.. 🤫
tags: dubious consent, drinking, tipsy hange, fem! reader, modern setting, mind blowing sex u pass out, minors dni plzzzzzz
It was a particularly stressful day for Hange. They were loaded with work, pile after pile of documents, and it seems like it won't end. They had to leave their office past their hours, earning multiple grumbles from hange. Their head was empty on their journey home, like they were moving on autopilot.
They manage to get home in one piece, unlocking the door to their apartment. They step in hastily taking off every item of clothing clung to their body. Leaving them in their boxers and tank top.
They enter the living room, opening the TV and grabbing their favorite wine that they keep in stock. Chugging the liquor straight from the bottle, they let out a hearty sigh as they finally relax after a tiring day.
Hange let themself loose. Mind blank and body slack as they drink, barely paying attention to what’s playing on the TV. That’s why they didn't notice that you entered the living room until you spoke.
“What’s this all about?” you asked with a little bite. “Oh my god. Baby, I missed youuuu”. Hange slurred as they went in for a hug, resting their face on the crook of your neck. It seems like the wine took over their system fast, also because they didn’t eat anything beforehand.
“Yeah? I missed you too, baby. But don’t you think you should eat dinner first?” You replied as you returned their embrace. Hange hugged you tighter and muttered something against your neck.
“I can have you for dinner instead.” You barely register what they said before blood rushes to your face. “Geez, Hange. Get off of me.” Playfully smacking their shoulder before getting them a glass of water.
“Drink this.” Giving the glass to Hange which they took gently. You turn your back towards them to heat up their dinner in the microwave.
“Babe, I’m not that hungry.” They whined. “I made your favorite pasta.”. Silence coated the air for a few seconds before they spoke again.
“But I want you.”
“Just eat a few bites.”
“Uhkay.” they huffed out.
As Hange is eating their dinner, you take care of the mess they made when they got home. Returning the bottle of wine to its shelf and turning the tv off, you hear Hange announce that they're done with their food.
Standing a few steps away, you watch as hange goes to wash their plate. You see that they finished their plate causing you to smile.
They're so focused at the task while moving their body slowly. They're definitely drunk, you thought to yourself as you hold in your laughter. They turn around once they're done, smiling when they see you. You place a kiss on their jaw.
“Thank you.” You take their hand, leading the both of you towards the couch to lounge for a bit before heading to bed. Hange is stumbling a little, the liquor still in their system. Once you're both sat down, Hange is all over you. Littering kisses all over your face and neck, their hands are holding on to your breasts and waist.
You indulge in it until you remember that they drank. With the little strength you have, you try pushing them away.
"Hange, stop. You're drunk" to which Hange immediately replies "No, I'm not. Sure, I had a drink, but I know exactly what I'm doing right now.".
Not believing them, you push them away once more. "Hange, you're not thinking straight-". The words get stuck in your throat as Hange forcefully lays on top of you, your hands held by them on the sides of your face. Their strength caught you off guard. You're dumbstruck, staring into your partner's blown out pupils.
"You think a drunk person can do this?".
Your mouth opens and closes aimlessly, suddenly you can't find your voice.
"That's what I thought" Hange says snarkily before kissing you aggressively.
You find yourself lying on the bed, legs over Hange’s shoulders, gripping onto their hair as they pound into you relentlessly. You don't even remember how you got here, which is ironic because you weren't the one under the influence.
They whisper the sweetest things to you. “So good for me.”, “You're taking me so well.”, “You're perfect.” meanwhile their hips move like they’re possessed, fucking you senseless. Tears pool in your eyes as your back arches from pleasure.
Their lips latch onto the surface of your skin. They’re kissing you everywhere, your face, your neck, and breasts. Their tongue would dance around your sensitive nipples, leaving you crying from the sensation. Hange continues to thrust into you hard and fast, your body slides upwards with each thrust, but they’re holding onto your hips, pulling you back down onto their strap.
More praises spill out of their mouth, “You take care of me so well, my perfect wife.” Their voice low and raspy. “I love you so much, my darling. You’re always so good to me, so good, so perfect.” You can barely register what they’re saying over the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans filling your ears.
Their unforgiving pace drives out so much pleasure, you feel your orgasm coming. Your moans have turned into sobs and whines. Your legs have gone numb and your mind is blank.
Suddenly, Hange maneuvers you to their liking as if you were a toy. They pull out of you and before you could complain, you find yourself on all fours. You haven’t adjusted to the change in position yet when you feel their hands on your hips and slam into you. Resuming their brutal pace from earlier. You’re lightheaded and out of it, reduced to a drooling fucktoy that only Hange can play with.
You feel a hand on your back as you hear them say “Arch your back for me, doll.”. So you do, or at least you think you tried. “That’s it, pretty.” they rasp out. They remove their hand from your back to take both of your arms and hold it behind your back. You have no choice but to balance your body with only your knees as leverage.
“Look at you..” they breathe out. The new position is so lewd and you can feel Hange hit the deeper spots in your insides.
“You’re mine, all of this is just for me.” They continue. You want to say something but all that comes out from your mouth are sobs and hiccups. It doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm teetering over the edge.
A pitiful “Please” is all that comes out of your mouth and you pray Hange understands. They hold your arms using one hand, and you feel the other circle your clit.
“Go on, princess. Cum for me.” You cry out, clenching on their cock as your body shakes from the orgasm they just gave you. You lose your balance, face landing on the pillow you just drooled on, but you don’t care. Hange giving you a kiss on your left shoulder is the last thing you feel before passing out.
You wake up to the feeling of arms wrapped around your waist. You're wearing a baggy shirt and your body feels clean. You stretch your body to feel more comfortable until you hear a raspy voice behind your ear say “Go back to sleep, baby.”
a/n: THX FOR THIS ANON
i definitely got carried away again lmaooo
i hardly write smut on my own initiative so if u want more of these just keep sending requests dont be
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