Hange x Reader
NSFW - aphrodisiac usage, facesitting, strap on
I lowkey didn’t proof read, it’s 3 am, allow me
You drop what you’re doing as the ringing of your phone in the background redirects your attention.
The phone vibrates in your hand, Hanges contact appears on the screen along with the silly picture of them you put. You press the phone to your ears as you answer the call.
“Hi baby!” You chirp
Shuffling is heard on the other side of the phone.
“…Hange, you there?”
“Sorry, equipment is everywhere.”
“It’s like my reminders for you to clean up fall on deaf ears, Why are you calling me during work anyways?”
“Oh right, I got a little something I wanna test on you”
Disapproval immediate takes over you, you sure as hell weren’t gonna let her make you drink chemicals.
“I’m not drinking your makeshift love potions”
Laughter erupts from Hange.
“No chemicals involved, Well…No dangerous ones atleast. it’s…something a bit, I suppose erotic”
“…I’m confused but intrigued”
“Just be ready when I get home”
“How should I prepa-”
“Byeee, love youuu”
And with that, the vague phone call ends. You kiss your teeth but eventually ease back into your mundane task after taking a bit of time to focus on your appearance and maybe switching your undergarments for a cuter pair.
Just incase.
Soon enough, the door swings open, Hange waltz in with a container in hand, them in scientific attire was lowkey a sight to see.
You greet each other lovingly before Hange coerces you into their study office. You had never properly seen the inside of it due to it being off guards.
The room was decently sized, with shelves of books along the walls and a desk with papers and reports pilled on top along with random trinkets and photo frames of the two of you. Nearby the desk was a two seater sofa, which looked moderately brand new due to lack of use.
They take this chance to pick up papers from the floors, pretending not to see your look of dissatisfaction from the state of the room.
You sit on the sofa.
“Sooo, what’s the plan?” You inquiry
They tuck the papers away in a drawer of the desk before turning back to you, pushing their glasses back up their face and taking off their lab coat to fold on the back of the chair.
“Well, I’ve got something I want you to drink, and I promise nothing bad will happen” they reassure you, watching you sigh.
“Does it atleast taste good?”
“…Not really. But the end result will feel good for sure” they mutter that last part as they grab a small test tube filled about a quarter way with a purple-ish liquid out the container , sitting on the sofa next to you, pushing the tube toward your mouth.
You swallow it, oblivious to the troublesome look in their eyes. The bitter liquid leaving an after taste in your mouth.
“Good job” they praise quietly as they walk away to wipe out the test tube, storing it away professionally.
“What should I be expecting now?” You fidget with the hem of your jeans.
“You’ll feel it eventually, then you can tell me all about it for my report” They refer to the clipboard resting on their desk.
To pass time, you support Hange in cleaning her lab, from helping sort out documents to storing books on their designated shelves rather than them being on the floor. You scold her throughout the process but you’re swiftly distracted by the growing arousal you feel.
Since you’ve been here, nothing sexual has happened so you were caught off guard but nonchalantly playing it off infront of Hange. Prying your staring eyes away from their attractive features.
Eventually, Hange looks down at the watch resting on their wrist.
“Been around 12 minutes, you feeling anything yet?” They gaze at you intently. You still weren’t sure if this uncalled-for feeling of attraction was apart of their plan, but you assumed not.
“Um, don’t think so” Your voice wavers a bit.
You rest back on the sofa, Hange plopping next to you with a huff before turning to you.
“You look adorable. Dressing up for me, huh?” They cup your face, you melt into their touch, you meant to answer them but that minimal amount of touch set you off. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from their lips, taking the opportunity to initiate a kiss.
It was meant to be a peck at most, or that’s what Hange expected. Except you dragged it out, your heaving breath filling the air as you pull Hange closer into you.
Your lips glide against their with passion. Each break from the heated kiss was filled with strings of saliva and sighs. Hange catches on to the fact her aphrodisiac worked on you, smirking against your lips while running their hands down to your waist.
Hange gradually leans back onto the sofa as you climb on top of them, you mindlessly grind lightly on their thigh, generating just enough stimulation to keep you satisfied.
The fast acting aphrodisiac heightened every touch, causing weak whines to fall from your lips.
You abruptly sit up on Hanges lap, swiftly taking your shirt off and unclasping your bra, tossing both across the floor before leaning back down to resume the kiss.
Hanges eyes never left your figure as they begin unbuttoning their own shirt. The air in the room was thick with intoxicating lust and desire.
Hange made a mental note to write down the results of her experiment.
Result 1. Heightened sensitivity
Your muffled whines become more desperate as you crave more, resulting in you slipping your hand down your panties to soothe the needy throb of your clit.
As you moan against Hanges lips, they pull away.
The confusion displayed on your face quickly turns to a flushed expression as you continue to pleasure yourself onto of them. Smooth hands run up your thighs to your ass.
“Let me see your fingers, baby” they order, you swiftly obey, displaying your drenched fingers to Hange.
By this point, they had starting listing different findings of their experiment.
Result 2. Increased wetness
“Shit your soaked, aren’t you?” They coo, You whimper a needy ‘mhm’
Through your half lidded eyes, you watch Hange remove their glasses, placing them on the floor next to them.
“Come sit on my face, wanna taste that sweet pussy”
Without hesitation, you immediately climb up them, hovering about their face. Their hands wrap securely around your thighs, bringing you down onto their face.
You gasp breathlessly, feeling their warm tongue flat against your aching pussy. Hange groans deeply in pleasure, feeling you sloppy cunt drench their face.
You quickly begin grinding on their tongue, feeling them occasionally suck on your sticky clit. Your hands reach down to their hair, dragging their mouth across with animalistic desire until you shift a bit too far, feeling the edge of their crooked nose.
“Shit–haaah–” your legs tense around their head at the sensation, craving it again.
“Ride my nose, darling” Hange calls out from under you, in pure bliss, savouring each taste of you. You begin shifting again, hips stuttering as you feel that bump on their nose nudge perfectly into you.
“ahh–fuckkk” Breathy moans fall out your mouth, The friction was overwhelming, you couldn’t stop the rocking of your hips, moaning out as you hump their nose.
Their tongue eventually begins prodding at you entrance, penetrating it in and out and feeling the inside of your wet walls.
a heat pooled in your stomach, a sensation building up in your core that makes your moans grow heavy and deeper. Your legs tremble and your thighs clamp tightly around her head, rolling your hips to feel more of her nose hitting into you.
Your orgasm hit hard and without warning, you moan lowly, feeling Hanges hands knead into your hips, continuing to glide you on their face to ride out the high.
They lap at the slick leaking out of you, peppering your pussy with soft kisses affectionately. you pant, your mind fuzzy, body limp from the pleasure and aftermath of your orgasm but your libido never faltering.
Result 3. Quicker orgasms
They gradually sit up slightly, shifting you off their face back down to their lap and laid back on the sofa.
As they climb on top of you, they strip off their shirt and trousers, tossing them on the floor next to yours.
They hold your flushed face, their thumb swiping seductively on your bottom lip. You take it as an invite to bite lightly onto it, gazing deep into their eyes before sucking on the digit.
A slow groan is produced by Hange.
“You’re trouble” An idea they forgotten comes back into view
“Guess I gotta fuck it out of you”
They push off you, walking towards their desk, bending under it to retrieve a box.
Thirty seconds to a minute passes by, you whine with impatience.
“So needy, aren’t you, sweetheart?” They teased as they finish fastening the harness.
Hange loved trying new things, Hense her chaotic experiments
But it also applied to other things, like new toys in the bedroom.
You gasp as they slide the tip of their strap in, feeling yourself stretch around the girth of it. They ease it into you whilst observing your expressions for any discomfort and watching how easily they slip in.
“Was gonna start slow…” They shift their hips, bottoming out completely, stalling to allow you to adjust. “But you managed to take me whole”
4. Less prep required (?)
A gentle hand brushes your cheek, their eyes flickering to gaze at your desperate ones before redirecting back to the sloppy sight where you two connect, watching your needy hips fuck yourself back into them.
Hanges gradual movement quickly became long, deep strokes, accustomed to your pleasured moans that fell without resistance from your mouth. Each thrust hit a new hot, sweet spot inside you, the rhythm had you basically drooling and whining
“A-aah…don’t—f-fuck—stop” Your eyes rolling back before shutting completely as you throw your head back into the cushioning of the sofa.
Hange took the chance to push your legs up to your chest, hanging your legs upon their shoulders, spreading you wider in the process, allowing them to hit deeper angles. You feel them trail soft kisses up your heaving chest and neck, muttering nasty praises into your flushed skin.
Your moans quickly became broken, your thighs twitching against their hold.
They watch your expressions momentarily, taking pleasure in watching your eyes flickering open every now and then as if trying to predict your next orgasm.
Your moans develop into desperate groans, the arch of your back making you shudder against the sofa, clawing at the soft cushioning. The overwhelming sensations felt too much as Hanges relentless thrusts drive you insane.
“Just keep being good for me sweetheart” They shush your sobs of pleasure, fighting your shivering limbs attempting to push them away. A skilled hand moves down to rub tight wet circles over your clit, massaging the swollen nub to enhance pleasure.
“Shit–so deeeep”
“I know baby, I know” They run their thumb over your drool-covered lips “But you’re doing amazing”
Each mention of praise hits your mindless state hard, causing you to clench against them.
You meet their gaze temporarily, watching their lustful eyes stare at your lips before leaning in for a messy kiss. Saliva spreads itself across both your mouths, your tongues tangling around each others lovingly. Their arm cages around your head, keeping you comfortably but tightly locked to them.
Their strokes slow down as they grind their hips to hit deeper and harder, their strap beautifully rubbing against your g-spot. Each sensual hit made you twitch just a bit more in their grasp.
As your eyebrows furrow, that you could communicate were airy whimpers and half botched versions of their name as warning of your oncoming orgasm.
“Ngh- o-oh, I- fuck!—gonna cummmm”
You’re so close. So close your vision blurs with tears of pleasure. Every breath is laboured and heavy.
“Yeah you are, cum for me baby”
One last deep thrust and you collapse, succumbing to the intense waves of pleasure. Your legs tremble on their shoulders, whole body going limp as they fuck you through it. You twitch uncontrollably whilst moaning shakily.
Gushes of sweet slick lazily squirt out as Hange soothingly rubs your throbbing clit to the point of overstimulation.
“Gosh look at that mess” Hange chuckles as they caress your cheek, kissing your face softly. They slide out of you leaving you feeling empty but euphoric. Their sap coated hand leaves your clit, redirecting to your mouth.
You obediently open, tasting yourself on your tongue before they eagerly lean in for a messy open-mouth kiss. As the kiss dies down, you smile faintly against their mouth.
“You could’ve told me it was an aphrodisiac beforehand y’know” you criticise.
They immediately comment back “Well how would that be fun?”
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Yay I’m posting againnnnn, idk why I randomly just really wanted to finish this draft well probably cuz it’s been collecting dust but yk I SHOULD BE SLEEPING anyways, I’m setting up my ao3 account so I’ll drop the user name soon chat
Love u guys
