Astronaunt!Hange fucks you after a lonnggg trip to space
a/n: unedited and half finished tbh. lmk if i should finish it. idk the name of the artist who created this image! if anyone could lmk so I can credit them, I would really appreciate it!
Found the artist! Thank you to the anon who sent me their info!
Also I used she/they pronouns for Hange in this fic :)
The lazy roll of Hange's hips into yours sent shudders up your spine, intense pleasure pooling at the bottom of your stomach. The pat pat of skin slapping on skin was quiet compared to your melodic moans. The sound only made you drench yourself more, your slickness lubing up Hange's strap.
Their hands rested on the backs of your soft thighs, pushing on them only slightly to give them enough room to bottom out inside of you.
Their eyes were trained on where you were joined, intelligent dark irises zeroed in on the way your pussy slurped her in so perfectly.
"Missed you so much, baby," Hange said as she leaned down to capture your soft lips in a chaste kiss, groaning lowly at the sweet nectar taste she missed so dearly.
"Ahh..missed you...so much," you mumbled softly. You were already so drunk on pleasure. The scent of sex and sweat had already begun to permeate the air between the two of you, the aura of it only making your desperate need for one another even more unbearable.
"How badly did you miss me, baby? Tell me." They queried lowly, lifting themselves from your lips. They tightened their hold on your thighs, biceps flexing, bottoming out harshly before grinding against you. She moaned quietly at the way her clit slid against yours, mouth falling slightly open at the electric sensation.
Your moans pitched upwards feeling her strap grind against the sensitive spot inside of you. "Ohhh... fuck-H-Hange-"
You couldn't keep your eyes off of her biceps. Their olive skin accentuated the tightness of their muscles, so you could see every flex and strain that their arms made while fucking you dumb.
She pulled out almost entirely, only the tip left in your entrance. "I didn't hear an answer, baby." She quieted your whimpers, spitting on your already soaked pussy. Taking one of their hands off of your trembling thighs, they brought their thumb down to your heat and rubbed slow, hot circles on your clit.
You gasped as your hips bucked up, unconsciously grinding onto their thumb. Your spouse let you, content on watching you fall apart with just the simple ministration.
The two of you had only spent ten days apart, but it may as well have been ten years.
"fuck, baby.. please, stay still," she says, pressing her cheek to the inside of your plush thigh, one hand holding it open while the other was sliding the handle of the game controller up and down your soaked panties. the round end of the controller pressing to your clit every time before she slides it down to the wet patch right on your folds, circling it with the hard surface. your hips buckle, trying to chase the small amount of friction you were having: puffy folds already so so sensitive and clinging to your penties uncomfortably.
"that's it, you think you can fit it in?" she chuckles at her own question, thinking about it. the handle was short, round and thick, if it was about to push into you… not more than just few millimeters, right? but that'd be so cute. "it'll smell like you.." she added in breathless voice, placing a kiss on your thigh before tapping the hard handle over your clothed pussy again, pressing on the clit.
"won't fit!" you protested, shaking your head. the pleasure of the plastic handle of her controller was weirdly too good, every time you tried to move your knees together she would push them even further apart.
she pouted at your protest, knowing you were right: it probably wouldn't even be possible as we speak, but the thought made her head spin. she sighed, kissing your thigh again before pushing these soaked panties to the side with her long fingers, stroking your folds now directly with the controller. they were parting, making wet sounds every time she moved the handle up and down, then pressed it harder which only made you squirm and whimper.
Have u ever thought abt Hange being a rough scissorer? And I don’t mean they’re too fast or what ever. I mean Hange being on top bumping ur clit w theirs, literally every stroke is so hard ur throat threatens to let out a scream every fcking time their hips roles. Also, Hange is completely drunk in pleasure they just giggle and moan, I wouldn’t say they praise u because their head is so messy they just get cut off middle sentence by their own moans, I would say they TRY to praise but their brain isn’t helping.
Im srry if this is too long but I’m really passionate abt this thought 😵💫
hange who gets so overwhelmed with sex. they really try to focus, i swear, but the way your clit bumps with theirs has them drooling and seeking the stars. “hm— yess..” is what they keep babbling out loud, and they can’t help it! their folds envelop yours and their pulsing bud slides so nicely onto yours, making you feel lost in the clouds as well.
and hange even tries to praise you, they really do. but any sentence they spill out just gets cut by their gasps and breathless laughs “fuck, you’re so— augh! oh god”. it’s very hot to see them like that though; completely drunk in bliss, grinding their cunt over your soaked pussy, gripping at your ankle for stability and their face writhing in pleasure.
also thinking about hange who gets wet easily, like the amount of wetness their pussy produces during the act? it is so much that scissoring for you it’s the standard position, for it being so easy with the friction. their juices coat your cunt to the point that you don’t even need to be in arouse (though you are) to do it. even during foreplay, just a few kisses and the damp spot on their panties/boxers grows wide enough to be seen from afar.
also, hange gets rough with it. they don’t really grind, they SLAM their hips into yours to meet. they go so hard you feel the need to scream out their name, and as i’ve already mentioned before, as much as they want to congratulate for it, they just can’t. “h-hange! please”. “yes, you’re—” they say as they get cut by a loud moan, throwing their head back and gripping harder at your leg. and without any warning, just a few chuckles, they give a hard thrust to bump their clit onto yours, making you gasp and whine.
“hmm, you liked it? want me to do it again— oh fuck!”
cw: 18+ mdni, plot then smut, Hange using she/they, (some what) caretaker!reader, lazy tribbing🙏🏾(amen)
So of course when you come to visit them after they sent the ‘almost done ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و’ text yesterday, the place has been flipped over upside down, crates of scientific journals from the kitchen that’s filled with empty containers of meal prep and water bottles and a path way piles of research on the coffee table that you know is making its way through the hallway to their office.
You’re thankful you took their three cats before it got like this because it always gets like this. She can’t help themselves, their passion is in their work, finding out new things and making nothing out of something if possible. Disregarding the things around them till the work is done.
You love that about them.
At least she had the patience to heat up the meals you made, she used to just eat whatever she saw if it was there. And if it wasn’t there, the amount of junk food in the kitchen would be ten times worse.
It’s easy to clean up the space when you have your headphones on blasting music, dishes clean, reorganizing the journals in their crates and setting them aside, a bag of trash filled and soon to be take out.
“Ahhhhh~ I’m done!” Their voice rings in the apartment with a slam to the desk. You pop your head in the room, curls flopping to the other side of your face, and she’s there. Bags under their eyes, glasses low on their nose, an assortment of empty energy drinks on the floor.
“Long time no see.”
She can’t help the tired smile that forms on their face when she looks over at you with that gorgeous smile on your lips.
“Honey Bun, you came!”
And they’re up and holding you in their arms in an instant, in nothing but a pair of gym shorts low on her hips in a white undershirt hugging their chest. She nuzzles their face in your neck, squeezing you tight and sniffing you.
“You smell so good, is this a new perfume? New deodorant?” She inhales, the kissing your face.
“New nothing,” you chuckle patting their back, “you stink though.”
“Eh? This is the smell of a hard working person, no?”
The ends of your eyes crinkle, so adorable, so kissable— you roll your eyes, “And it’s bad!”
Hange does like to be taken care of, only by you of course, you knew them like the back of their hand and learned with time. What they do and don’t like, and helping them bathe in relaxing bath after washing the deep conditioner out their brunette locks of hair is one of them.
Their bath tub is a little cramped for their size, even more so when she wants you to join them. But it’s perfect right now. Cleo Sol playing, cigarette that you lit between their lips, eyes closed and wet hair tied up with one of your silk scrunchies. They look too good, too alluring for their own good, beads of water dripping down each curve and muscle of their body, water just barely covering their tits, face flushed from the steam, tattoos scattered around their skin and a few strands of wet hair uncovering their wounded eye.
“It’s so good to relax for once, I’ve dreamt about this for ages!” She sighs in relief.
“And what did you dream about?”
She thinks for a moment, tapping their lips and looking up at the ceilings, “The bath, but you putting your hands all over my body specifically.”
Heat ripples all over your skin, averting your hands out of the water but Zoë grabs them before they can, placing them back onto their toned thighs. Their hand trails up your arm, lifting your chin with a finger, “I haven’t seen you in so long but you’re looking elsewhere? Why’s that?”
Heat spreads underneath your skin, you let in a sharp breath- “Hange.”
“Pumpkiiin.” She whines back, caressing your cheek. She loves it, the way you’re getting all flustered just for a little touching.
“You’ll help me fall asleep, won’t you muffin?”
You thought she was talking playing some soft music and lighting a candle, using the melatonin lotion— not the both of you naked, you in between their legs and moaning when the both of your cunts meet for the first time.
You keen, looking up at Zoë who is more than satisfied being up under you, watching your every movement, “I-I think you should be sleeping Zo.”
She hums, their hands on your waist as she grinds you down further on them. “This will help me sleep shoonkems I’ve told you!
You can’t help but ache for some friction so you move, slowly rocking into them, your pussies lips getting wetter with the both of your juices. “Through sex there are multiple- hmmph- multiple hormones being released including oxytocin, dopamine, aanh- baby- and progesterone which affect the mind giving it relief, l-love, relaxation and, fuck- sleepiness.”
Hange squeezes the globe of your ass, throwing their head into the pillows, blushing even more at the feel of your tits rubbing against hers as you hump against them. You have disheveled but gorgeous look on your face as you moan and keen, your hardened clits touching with every movement. Stars between your eyes as Hange guides you to rutt your hips against them.
Their hand traveling up and down your back, rubbing your stretch marks on yout hips and then gripping your ass as she lets you fuck into them. The both of your pussy hairs are sloppy and wet.
“That’s it pretty girl- hah- and 60 percent of adults in a study report having slept better after cumming during sex. It’s also found that it helps promote overall wellbeing—“
“—Zoë?” You hiccup, head falling on her shoulder as they grind up into you.
“Yeees my lovely?” They groan.
“Shit- aangh- Kiss me.”
“O-oh! Right!” And she does, kissing your lips and swiping their tongue over your bottom lip to intertwine your tongues. It’s all so much, Hange’s hands all over you, the bed creaking, the smacking of your lips, their nipples rubbing against yours, your pulsing clit so beautifully sensitive. You’re a trembling mess as you fall apart letting Hange grind you into her until she cums.
She’s knocked out completely from exhaustion when you finally calm down. You gently take off their eyepatch and set them on the nightstand, bringing the comforter over the both of you and lay on their chest. Zoë arm is tight around you, the other out God knows tonight.
And you both definitely sleep good that night.
a/n: did I have to have plot for this? No. But I love to set the scene. Shout out to that girl in my request for this. HC Hange calling you every nickname imagine no matter how corny. A little teaser but still a big ole nerd. My Pinterest board for Hange is too tea.
