hange using fem reader as a stress ball ^_^
Calloused hands grasp at your skin, feeling you up from under your shirt. Hange has had a long day, they deserve a treat. The treat being your tits. You rest your arms up on their broad shoulders, letting yourself melt into the massage. You were making dinner before they had so rudely (not really) interrupted you, pushing your back to the counter before the touching began. You knew this would lead to, rather inappropriate things very quickly, you just hoped they let you take the food out of the oven before their hands go south.
