hey is this thing on🗣️🎙️hiii
does anyone remember this Banger !! Cuz i suddenly did and it was time for a redraw!! The OG is officially 10 WHOLE YEARS OLD?? 🥴 girl huh. see it under the cut cuz im not about to go find the link to it <3
synopsis: you’re arguing w billie until you make her let you ride her face to shut her up
warnings: smut, sub!billie (EVERYONE CHEERS!), dom!reader, angst, oral (r!receiving), spanking, fingering (b!receiving), oral (b!receiving), brat!billie, bit of fluff.
you’re standing by the window, arms crossed tight, jaw clenched, watching billie pace the living room. her eyes flicker with that mix of frustration and that biting edge, the one that always gets under your skin. “i swear, you’re blowing this way out of proportion,” she snaps, voice sharp, a little too sharp.
you bite back the urge to shout, but the heat pooling low in your chest won’t die down. “blowing it out of proportion? billie, i saw you. you were flirting with that girl at the party. you were all over her. don’t look at me like i’m crazy.”
she scoffs, rolling her eyes so hard it’s almost comical. “flirting? seriously? you’re acting like i straddling her fucking lap. it was a conversation, and maybe she was cute. but nothing happened. you’re being dramatic.” her words drip with that dismissive tone, like you’re a child throwing a tantrum over nothing.
your hands ball into fists at your sides. the dismissiveness, that fucking attitude, stings worse than anything else. “dramatic? maybe if you didn’t act like it was no big deal, i wouldn’t be pissed.”
billie throws her hands up, pacing faster. “you’re so fucking paranoid. always twisting shit in your head until it’s some big catastrophe. i wasn’t flirting. stop acting like i’m some kind of….” her voice cracks a little, but she doesn’t stop. she keeps going, words tumbling out faster, harsher. “you think i don’t know how to handle myself? jesus, you’re impossible.”
your heart’s pounding now, breath catching in your throat. you want to shut her up, but more than that, you want her to see how angry, how hurt you are. instead, she’s just ranting louder, like every word is a slap, every sentence a challenge. you feel your skin flush, heat rising up your neck.
“impossible?” you snap, voice low and hard. “maybe i am. but you? you’re acting like a brat who thinks she can say whatever she wants and walk away without a scratch.”
her eyes flash, and she stops, fingers twitching at her sides. “yeah, well maybe you’re just scared. scared i’m gonna do what you think i am. and that’s why you’re so obsessed with this bullshit.”
you take a shaky step forward, hands trembling.
“i’m not scared of shit. i’m pissed because you don’t even care what i think. like i’m just some stupid jealous mess.”
billie’s lips press into a thin line, then she smirks, the kind of smirk that says she’s still fucking with you, even now. “jealous? you? you’re adorable.”
you glare, blood pounding in your ears, every nerve screaming for release, for control. the argument’s twisted into this raw knot of heat and frustration between you.
“stop. just stop,” you growl, voice rough.
billie’s smirk falters for a second, but only for a second before she shoots back, “or what? what are you gonna do?”
without warning, your hand clamps firmly around her neck. her rant falters mid sentence, breath hitching, confusion flickering in her eyes.
before she can process what’s happening, you crash your lips onto hers. hard. deep. demanding. the kiss silences every word, every protest. your mouth takes control, rough and urgent, tongues tangling, swallowing her surprised gasp.
“what the fuck?” billie breathes, wide eyed, still caught in the shock of the moment but not pulling away.
you press her back against the wall, your body pressing heat into hers, making sure she feels every inch of your control. your hips grind lightly forward slowly and deliberatley and your voice drops to a low, rough growl.
“tell me you’re mine,” you demand, voice thick with command.
billie’s lips part, words muffled against your mouth as she tries to push back, half whining, half defiant. “you don’t need to do this. i wasn’t even flirting with her, seriously.”
you pull back just enough to groan, before snapping, “oh my god, shut up.”
without another word, you reach for her wrist, tugging her roughly toward the couch. her feet hit the floor before you push her down, commanding, “sit.”
billie stumbles, eyes wide, but obeys, sinking into the cushions with a stubborn tilt of her chin. you don’t give her a chance to think.
slow and deliberate, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down inch by inch, barely covering your soaked pussy as you let billie’s eyes follow every movement. the thin fabric slips off your hips and pools around your ankles.
breath heavy, chest rising and falling, you climb onto the couch, straddling her lap. your body presses down, heat pulsing between you as your gaze locks with hers.
“are you gonna say you’re mine, or are you gonna shut the fuck up?” you demand, voice low and rough.
billie’s lips part, mouth moving fast, frantic. “i wasn’t.. i didn’t.. i wasn’t flirting, seriously, you’re..”
her protest is cut off abruptly as your hands shoot up to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands, bunching them tight. you pull her head down, gentle force, toward your dripping pussy.
“there we go,” you murmur, voice dripping with praise and sharp edges, “good girl. nice and quiet now.”
your hips roll forward, grinding down hard against her mouth, your pussy trembling, slick sliding over the slick heat of her tongue. your breath catches in your throat, a sharp moan ripping out as your legs tremble beneath you. you lean heavily on her, fingers digging into the cushions beside her head, nails scraping the leather with sharp desperation.
her tongue doesn’t stop, relentless and perfect, pressing up, swirling, driving you higher and higher. your hips start to buck with no control, jerking hard down onto her mouth. you’re loud, too loud, gasping, whining, head thrown back, letting every filthy, raw sound spill out, desperate and needy.
“fuck, billie. oh god, yes, right there, don’t stop. don’t fucking stop” your voice breaks, ragged and breathless, words tumbling out as your body shudders violently, thighs trembling, shaking, muscles clenching like you’re gripping the world itself through her mouth.
she groans muffled beneath you, lips sucking harder, tongue relentless, as you tip over the edge. your pussy clenches tight, dripping and pulsing, shuddering uncontrollably while your body quakes on hers. it’s messy, loud, unapologetic.
your hips keep rolling without pause as you cum, riding her face with hungry desperation, grinding down like you’re trying to pull every last inch of satisfaction out of her. she swallows everything, sucks your clit deeper.
a harsh breath escapes you. you pull on her hair lightly, tugging her closer as you whisper, “lap it up, baby. what a good girl.”
your grip loosens slightly, but your hips don’t stop. the slow descent from your orgasm begins, your body softening just enough to savor the aftershocks, tiny trembles ripple through you, hips still grinding in lazy, wet circles.
finally, you slide off billie’s mouth, standing above her. your gaze is sharp, somewhat proud and full of possession as you stare down at the flushed, panting girl on the couch, billie’s cheeks flushed deep pink, lips swollen and glistening from your cum.
billie’s still sitting there, breathless, hair messy, chest rising and falling rapidly, pupils blown. you stride over, reach down, and grab her chin with one hand, fingers strong but not rough. your thumb drags slowly down her swollen bottom lip, pulling it down gently, commanding.
your voice drops low, slow, dripping with control, “tell me you’re mine.”
her lips part, eyes flickering with resistance. billie’s voice shakes, as if the idea of folding is on the tip of her tongue, but holds a stubborn edge, “but… but i am… i don’t need to say that because it wasn’t like that. i wasn’t… i wasn’t fucking flirting…”
you cut her off sharply “roll over.”
without hesitation, billie obeys, flipping onto her stomach with a breathy, shaky sound. her back arches, ass rising up, pale skin flushed pink under the dim light.
you slap her hard with a sharp crack. she mumbles something into the sofa, but you can’t tell if it’s a pleading “please” or a soft “i’m yours.” whatever it is you know underneath the bratiness she’s enjoying it.
spank number two lands firmer, her body jolts under your hand. she gasps, muffled but audible, a mix of shock and wet hunger.
“say it,” you command, voice rough as you spank her again.
this time you’re pretty sure she says it, soft, breathless, and shaky.
you spank her once more, voice colder, harsher, “say it louder.”
her muffled voice grows clearer, more of a yelp now, “i’m yours. i’m fucking yours”
you pause, savoring the moment.
but you don’t give billie a moment to catch her breath. one hand grips her hair tightly, pulling her up just enough to spin her over onto her back, your body pressing hard against hers. the weight of you makes her gasp, chest rising and falling quickly under your hands. her skin is flushed, slick with sweat, and her breath hitches when you lower your mouth to the dip of her collarbone.
your lips trail down in hot, rough kisses, biting and sucking bruises into her soft skin. one hand cups her tit, thumb teasing her nipple until it hardens. your teeth graze the sensitive flesh just beneath her tits, and she whines, arching up involuntarily.
“you’re mine,” you growl into her skin, voice low and possessive, dragging the words out slow and thick with meaning. “don’t you fucking forget it.”
her eyes flutter shut, but her lips twitch with a bratty little smirk. you bite down a little harder on her collarbone, smiling at the slight gasp she can’t hold back. your fingers trace the curve of her waist, sliding down between her legs to her soaked pussy.
you spread her thighs wide, exposing her fully to you. your tongue presses against her clit, licking slow and hard, tracing every slick fold, flicking just enough to make her hips jerk. billie’s breath catches in her throat, whines tumbling out between shaky breaths.
one finger slides inside her pussy, then two, pumping in a steady rhythm that has her arching again, hips bucking uncontrollably as she clenches against your fingers. you watch her reaction, dragging your lips away only to hiss low, “take it. show me you’re mine, baby.”
your fingers curl inside her, sliding deep and wide, chasing the tightening in her belly. you add a third finger, stretching her gently, driving her higher and higher. her nails dig into your thighs as she bucks against your hand, moans thick with need and submission.
she tries to protest between pants, a bratty edge sneaking through, “you’re, fuck, you’re being such an asshole,”
but her voice breaks, becoming breathless and needy. you grip her jaw, forcing her to meet your eyes, voice razor sharp and teasing, “don’t stop talking, baby. i want to hear how much you’re mine. how good you are for me.”
her eyes darken with a mix of defiance and desire. “i’m yours,” she pants, voice thick and ragged. “but you’re such a fucking cunt.”
you smirk against her skin, biting a harsh trail down her ribs, “good. be a brat. but remember who owns you.” your fingers slap her pussy suddenly, making her gasp and jerk violently. the sharp sting sets her whining off again, loud and desperate.
you don’t relent, tongue swirling faster, fingers pumping harder, your free hand grasping her hip to steady her frantic movements. every moan, every broken whimper is fuel. you growl, “take it all. show me what a filthy little good girl you are.”
you hold her down, slow and relentless, lapping up every drop of her dripping pussy.
you’re still buried deep in her, fingers curling inside, tongue flicking over every slick, swollen fold, when she suddenly pulls her hips back just enough to catch your attention. her eyes flash with that wicked little spark, the one that always pushes your buttons.
“maybe i only flirted with that girl so you’d get all pissed and fuck me like this,” she says, voice low, teasing, dripping with that brattiness.
you freeze for a second, then yank your fingers and tongue away from her pussy with a sharp, deliberate pull. your hand shoots out, slapping her slick, glistening pussy hard. the sting echoes with a sharp smack.
billie’s eyes go wide. she lets out a loud, desperate moan, breath trembling, hips jerking at the sharp contact. “shit, sorry, sorry, please, don’t stop. please keep going,” she begs instantly, voice frantic and dripping with need.
you can’t help but grin, those desperate fucking begs hit you right in the gut. her begging is so fucking cute and filthy it’s impossible to resist. you lean back in, voice mocking, soft and cooing, “that’s right, baby. beg for it. you want it, don’t you?”
she nods furiously, hips pushing against nothing, hands clawing at your arms, “please, please, don’t stop. i’m yours. i’m yours, fuck.”
your fingers slide back inside her pussy, slow and teasing at first, then driving deeper and faster, matching rhythm of her hips. your tongue returns, swirling hard around her clit, sucking rough.
her moans get louder, rougher, desperate and ragged, voice breaking over and over. “oh god, yes, yes, yes, i’m gonna. fuck, i’m gonna”
her body tenses, trembling hard beneath you, hips thrusting up as her orgasm crashes through her, fierce and shuddering. you hold her down, lapping up every guttural scream and wet, every drip of of cum, each messy cry.
when she finally goes still, breathless and soaked, you press a final kiss to the inside of her thigh, voice low and possessive, “you’re mine, always.”
billie’s chest rises and falls erratically, every breath a sharp gasp, her body still trembling under the weight of the orgasm rolling out through her muscles. her cheeks are flushed deep pink, eyes half lidded and glassy with that gorgeous, messy aftermath glow. you lie down beside her carefully, the heat of your skin still radiating between you.
your fingers brush a damp strand of hair back from her face, soft and reverent, tracing the curve of her jaw as your thumb moves gently in slow, soothing circles on her cheek. she leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before flickering open again, all vulnerability and softness.
you press a slow, featherlight kiss to her temple, then her cheek, whispering low and tender, “you did so good, baby. so fucking good.”
she turns her face fully toward you, eyes shimmering wet and a little raw, lips parted like she wants to say something but the words don’t come easy. finally, her voice breaks through in a small, shaky whisper. “you know i’m yours, right?”
you meet her gaze, voice quiet but steady as you nod, your thumb continuing its gentle rhythm across her skin. “always. you’re mine.”
her eyes soften even more, glistening now with a few tears she doesn’t quite wipe away. she swallows hard, voice low and almost ashamed as she murmurs, “i’m sorry… for flirting. i didn’t mean to..i wasn’t thinking. i just…” her words trail off, uncertain.
you lift your hand to cup the back of her neck, thumb brushing away the stray tear as you shake your head softly, voice firm but gentle, “shh. it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean it. you don’t have to say sorry.”
her breath hitches and she presses her forehead against yours, lips barely brushing yours in a tentative, tender kiss. you hold her close, pulling her into your side as your arms wrap around her, anchoring her with warmth and steady comfort.
she sighs, a shaky but content sound, and you feel the tension start to melt out of her. your hands roam soothingly over her back, fingertips tracing lazy circles as she nuzzles into your neck.
Pairing: Aliens!Poly!Lads!Men x MarsBornHuman!Reader
Summary: Your husband requires your "personal assistance"... unlucky for you, Sylus and Xavier want a taste of you also.
Word count: 3.09k
Genre: Alien au. Smut.
Warnings: Multiple tentacles! Jerking off. Fingering in a sense? Multi-coloured cocks (yes... thats a warning). Oral (m rec). Swearing. Mention of mating bonds and claims. A bandaged wound. Photography and videoing. Unprotected sex. Breeding. Egg laying. Multiple orgasms. Dirty talk. Pet names. Rough sex. Lowkey free use. Xavier is possessive as fuck. Illegal stuff. Running from the law. Guns and sirens. Gotta love a good heist.
Notes: Idk what came over me. But just the idea of the Lads boys all being some form of alien got my blood pumping. Enjoy
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You took a deep breath as you adjusted the bust hem of your long black dress. The ballroom was a swirl of glittering gowns and tuxedos, and the air buzzed with mingling laughter and gossip amongst the galactic elite. At your side was Caleb, your captain. He scanned the room, his eyes ever vigilant, ready to seize the opportunity to steal the rare artifact crafted by the fabled artisans of the Gilded Realm. This was your crew's mission—a heartbeat away from the legendary artifact that could bend time and realities itself.
Yet something gnawed at your gut, a feeling of unease that coiled like a serpent, distracting you from focusing. And just as you were about to voice your concerns to Caleb, your holocom vibrated against your thigh. You glanced down at where the sleek tablet rested, noticing Sylus’ user icon. Without causing too much attention, you uncliped the small rectangular size screen. But you felt your heart drop upon reading the message. It was a text, saying: “Kitten, our sweet doctor isn’t well. Meet us in the far bathroom. Hurry.”
“Captain, I—”
“Go,” Caleb replied, his voice steady, sensing the urgency in your demeanour. “We’ll hold off until you get back. Just be quick, okay pipsqueak.” The loving pet name rolled off his lips like butter, giving you some peace in your anxiousness.
You didn’t need to be told twice as you wove through the throng of elegantly dressed patrons, each step a mix of concern and adrenaline. You quickly reached the far end of the lavishly decorated hall away from most of the party guests. You opened the door to the women's restroom, and the moment you crossed the threshold, your heart ached at the sight before you. You found Doctor Zayne, your darling husband, in a state of distress. His tentacles, usually restrained and hidden, were now wrapping around his body uncontrollably, and his eyes held a frantic darkening look. "I'm sorry, my love," He panted, leaning against the sink, sweat glistening on his brow, his vibrant tentacles tightening with every second that passed. He looked up at you, a weak smile breaking through his evident discomfort. “I—,” he whimpered, his voice strained.
You rushed to his side, your hands reaching for his arms, noticing that his skin was hot to the touch. “What’s wrong?”
"I've gone into my rut early..." His voice held a note of embarrassment, but you could sense the urgency in his words. Usually, when Zayne’s species goes into their mating cycles they are isolated, and it's prepared meticulously. But since everyone is a different type of alien on the crew, it doesn't surprise you that cycles change and fluctuate to when they are supposed to happen.
Sylus, standing beside Zayne, added, "I've been trying to calm him down, but nothing seems to be working. I think we need to help him now before it becomes even more difficult to control. Just until we can get him back to the ship." You nodded at your lover, understanding the situation all too well. You knew that when Zayne goes into heat, his body has the tendency to take over, and his needs become all-consuming. So this was just to calm his body so it could give his mind some room to breathe.
So without wasting another moment, knowing Caleb told you to be quick, you pulled Zayne closer to you. Your bodies flush against one another as he held you against the cold, hard sink. You felt his icy tentacles slither down towards your legs, snaking themselves around your thighs before tightening around you. A mixture of desire and desperation surged through both of you and in one with swift motion, he spun you around, lifting your dress so the fabric could pile around your waist, revealing your already wet panties, a testament to your own growing arousal.
Zayne could no longer hold back. With a sharp snap, he tore your panties in half, the sound echoing in the bathroom. Letting the ruined material fall to the dirty floor, he used one of his lubricated tentacles to slide between your legs, spreading your limbs apart so he could stand behind you snugly. Zayne was already becoming quickly lost in the pleasure, needing to feel you wrap around him. “Zay be quick p-please…”
Your pants caused Zayne to growl animalistically. He hated people telling him to hurry up, but deep down, he knew why you said it, knowing Caleb’s temper all too well. So using his tentacles, two held your glistening folds open while he started to drill one into your pussy, stretching you out to accommodate his size in a moment.
“Fuck…” You let out a sharp gasp, a mixture of pleasure and surprise, moving your hips in time with the tendrils thrusts. Sylus stood by, his eyes fixed on the filthy scene before him. He couldn't help but reach down to palm himself through his pants, already feeling the stirrings of his own needs grow. He watched as Zayne’s tentacle worked their magic, pumping into you with a desperate speed, preparing you nicely.
You felt yourself getting carried away by the pleasure, almost forgetting where you were and why you were there. Zayne’s tentacle knew exactly how to stimulate you, knowing your body better than yourself, curling and twisting in just the right spots. You tried desperately to remain quiet, but as Zayne’s motions became more frantic, your breath quickened and soft moans escaped your lips as you felt yourself creep closer to the edge. “Baby pleaseee.”
“I know... Just let me enjoy this. Fuck..” He grunted through gritted teeth, his glasses fogging from his hot breath. What he would give to take his time with you, slowly pumping you full, eating you, loving on you for hours. But alas time was literally of the essence. So with a hazy mind, you reached out to comfort Sylus... to give him some relief as well. Your fingers fiddled at his belt, and the red alien couldn't help but chuckle at your desperateness. He flipped the belt off in seconds giving enough room for his long cock to slip out of its confinements. The patterning and ridges on his cock made you gulp, never being able to get used to the variety of shapes and sizes your lovers gifted you. Your tongue licked a strip up the base until you reached the tip, letting his cock slip into your waiting mouth.
“Fuck that's it, Kitty…” Sylus groaned, his hand gently holding the back of your head. You felt tears welt in the corners of your eyes, most likely ruining your makeup. Zayne doesn't stop his tentacles having added two more inside you as he picks up speed in his thrusts matching the snap in Sylus’ hips.
You were almost completely lost in the burn of desire until you could hear your holocom start to ring against your exposed thigh as it sat snug in its holster. You went to reach for it, worried it might be the captain telling you that time was up. But Sylus grabbed it before you could, reading the user icon to see it was none other than Xavier. Sylus couldn't help but chuckle at seeing his friend's name given to you, Xavier had only recently completed your mating bond when you all travelled to his home planet. His claim on your hip was most likely still red and sore beneath the bandage you put on it earlier this morning.
The poor bunny was wondering where you were. His sense of possessiveness was still strong, and he wanted to know your whereabouts every hour, every minute, every second or every day. And now, finding you were missing from your post next to your captain, he would have begun to worry. Sylus, thinking quickly, opened your holocom and started recording a video. The sight of Zayne’s tentacles buried deep inside your dripping cunt, the sounds of your moans muffled against his cock, with the image of you sucking him off for dear life was all too enticing to resist not sharing. And with a few quick taps and the quick text saying “busy”, Sylus sent the video to Xavier, knowing it would drive him wild.
Throwing the device onto the sink lazily, you all briefly noticed the vibrations of the com against the sink, announcing Xavier’s incoming call, but Sylus hit ignore before going back to focusing on the task at hand, fucking your pretty little mouth. Zayne had reached his limit quickly and with a final, powerful thrust he pulled his tentacles out of you before quickly replacing them with his hard bluish-hued cock. He drilled into you with passion, his high-pitched whimpers echoing around the dim restroom. He didn’t take long to start feeling the brew of heat in his gut, indicating his eggs were ready. Just a few more thrusts. He wanted to, needed to, last a bit longer. He was screaming at himself internally for wanting to empty his load so quickly but he couldn’t take it any longer. “Fuck, Honey. I need to come. You’re gonna be a good girl and take my eggs huh. Hold them and make them warm for me.”
Zayne’s ramble caused your cunt to clench tightly around him, sucking his cock in deeper. Your mouth flew off Sylus with a guttural cough. “Zayne!! Arghh. Please. I’ll be good. Give them to me.” He came deep inside you quickly after your sweet words, his slicked-up eggs pumping into you in relentless waves. As he emptied himself, one of his tentacles reached around to rub your clit, sending you into your own orgasm, your juices squirting around his cock before splattering all over the dirty bathroom floor.
Zayne pulled out of you slowly, his tentacle still gently caressing your sensitive flesh. But Sylus wasted no time in claiming what was his, spinning you around and pushing you up onto the counter. You had no time to process nor even try to stop him. You were here to help Zayne, to calm him down, not give Sylus a fucking quickie. But your legs instinctively wrapped around his thick waist nonetheless as he lined up his large alien cock at your entrance, ready to take his turn with you.
Sylus’ eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack as he plunged into your wet ruined pussy, your walls clenching around him, still sensitive from your high with Zayne. He fucked you with a vigorous pace, his abdomen tightening as the counter creaked under your combined weight. Sylus’ hand covered your mouth to muffle your cries as you began to scream out his name on repeat, his other hand gripping your hip too tightly to maintain his frantic drilling. He wasn't aiming for a slow climb to his release but instead the quickest route he could possibly take. Zayne, in his own temporary satisfaction, kissed your shoulder tenderly, lazily, his hazy mind still dancing among the clouds. His tentacle joined Sylus’ hand in bringing you to yet another orgasm, rubbing your little nub in quick short circles. Sylus groaned as he felt your pussy clamp down on his cock, and with a few more thrusts, he spilled his gooey seed into you, his own release mixing with Zayne’s warm eggs.
The bathroom door suddenly swung open just as Sylus was pulling out of your thoroughly fucked hole, and in walked none other than Xavier—right on queue—his face flushed and his cock tenting the front of his tailored pants. The sight before him, the sounds, and the smell of sex filling the room drove him into a frenzy. Xavier needed no invitation. He pulled you towards him roughly, bending you over the sink with an audible thud before lifting your dress out of his way as the fabric tried to fall. Without preamble, he entered you in one go, his slightly glowing cock sliding easily into your well-prepared hole. You felt full, completely stuffed with his huge cock, given his species was abnormally well-hung compared to most and your body buzzed with arousal at the forbidden nature of this whole situation. You were definitely going to get an ear full from Caleb when you finally got back to the mission at hand. Xavier fucked you with wild strength, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass quickly filled the room. The mix of Sylus and Zayne’s seed started to leak out of your pussy with each thrust only serving to heighten Xavier’s desire to come deep inside you. He was like an animal in heat, even worse than Zayne, driven by his need to claim what was his. His mate. His his his.
You could do nothing but hold onto the sink as Xavier jackhammered into you. Your own needs had been met multiple times over, but the relentless fucking continued, pushing you closer to the edge once more. You drooled onto the counter as your crackled moans played like music to all three mens’ ears. Xavier’s grunts filled the room also, as he approached his high, his hands gripping your hips tightly, leaving marks on your soft skin with his sharp nails.
“Fuck, fuck. I’m gonna breed this tight hole, push all Zayne’s eggs out. Make room for mine. Hmm.” Xavier chuckles making Zayne suddenly chime in his growl deep and primal.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare.” The red in Zayne’s eyes was evident that he was ready to fight Xavier but the other alien seemed to be more calm about the matter, staggering his hips slightly as he smirked devilishly.
“Try me.” With a final, powerful thrust, Xavier unloaded his cum deep into your cunt, his seed joining the mixture of his fellow alien crewmates. Your body trembled as you felt yet another high building rapidly, threatening to overwhelm your whole body. And as Xavier pulled out, his cum leaked out of you like a waterfall, mingling with the others, a sticky mess on the bathroom floor. But Xavier was quick to plug your hole back up with his fingers.
You slumped completely against the sink, your body spent, and thoroughly used. You looked at the three men surrounding you. You went to speak, but just as you opened your mouth, the air grew heavy with sirens blaring throughout the lavish ballroom under the door before entering the bathroom. The stomach-churning sound jolted you all. Then, as if on queue, suddenly, the door slammed open, and Caleb burst into the restroom, his face pale with frustration, concern, and a little turned on.
“Raf got the Artifact!...the fucking idiot” he shouted but mumble the last part. “We need to leave now!” Without a second thought, Zayne hoisted you up into his arms adjusting your dress so you were covered. His strength returned as if sudden adrenaline coursed through his veins. You just clung to his broad shoulders, laughter bubbling between all four of you as they dashed out of the bathroom, hearts racing along with their feet.
The moment you all emerged, chaos erupted in the lavish ballroom. Guards with laser guns were already fanning out, searching with narrowed eyes, but you and your crew were ready. Darting past tables, ducking under chandeliers of illuminated crystals that might have cut the air above them. With Caleb leading the way, all the men twisted and turned through the maze-like corridors of the royal estate, Zayne still tightly holding onto you, their crazed laughter mingling with frantic footsteps booming behind them. “That’s it! This way!” Caleb yelled, pointing towards an emergency exit where the ship docks lie.
As they neared the ship dock, they could hear the relentless footsteps of guards and more sirens blaring in the distance. “Hurry!” Rafayel voice echoed through the comm, urging his crew onward. With a final burst of speed, Zayne propelled himself and you through the narrow closing door leading to your vessel, the starlight. The sleek design of their ship loomed before you—a sanctuary waiting to be boarded.
“After me!” Caleb shouted as he helped Xavier aboard, hand in hand. Rafayel was already at the controls, having set the cloaking device to prepare for your escape, the Artifact having been hooked up beautifully─again Rafs handy work.
You felt your heart race, the thrill of the heist and the quick-not-so-quick fuck session igniting your senses. As you finally all piled into the ship, you caught a glimpse of the guards emerging quickly from the exit but Caleb was quicker. “Initiating launch now!” Caleb’s hands flew over the controls as he pressed the buttons with urgency.
Just as the guards reached them, the mighty engines of the starlight roared to life. And with a final surge, the ship lifted off the dock, and you looked back one last time, meeting the glances of hostile eyes as they faded into the stars. “Fuuuckk! We did it!” Rafayel cheered, slapping Zayne on the back as they flew into the depths of the galaxy, laughing at their narrow escape.
You finally let out the breath you were holding, your nose nuzzling into his scent gland on his neck, calming him and yourself. You beamed at him, who grinned back despite the weariness in his eyes. “Next time, can we skip the chaos?” You teased.
“I make no promises, my love,” he replied with a wink walking you towards his chamber where he could finally get you all to himself for the rest of the night.
Omg… I love your works I’ve been keeping up with them for a while now! How cute would it be for Levi and Hange to be childhood friends and for reader to be Levi’s little sister in a modern! I imagine reader would have a crush on Hange but not say anything until they’re all adults 😭 probably mentioning it briefly in conversation like “haha yeah i had a crush on you… anyway”
brother’s best friend, hange zoë
oh hell yeah i love this!! sorry, i made it smutty—couldn’t help myself <3 hope u enjoy anonie! i put my whole pussy into it lmao
summary: brothers best friend!hange x f!reader modern au.
warnings: 18+ minors & ageless blogs dni!! explicit sexual content. poc friendly! nb!hange x female!reader. forbidden/secret relationship, switch!hange, switch!reader, older brother!levi. lesbian activity, yearning, angst? jealousy, fwb!abby anderson x reader cameo, dirty talk, tongue piercing, fingersucking, fingering, munching, strap usage, strap licking, hange refers to the strap as their cock once, they're both whores. for eachother <3. can't think of anything else. hange is tatted n pierced cos i said so :p
wc: 12.4k words.. look idk either don't ask. proofread but there's so many words im sure there's bound to be errors with my dyslexic ass.
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As a child, you always used to follow your older brother everywhere. I mean, that's kind of a rite of passage as a younger sibling. You looked up to him, his friend group was nice to you, much to Levi's discontent, always buying you ice cream and little snacks and ruffling your hair until it was a tangled mess on your head.
You were only two years younger than him, but he acted like you were eight years old whenever you'd ask if you could go out with him and his friends.
"No—you can come when you're taller than me." He'd say, it worked when you were still smaller, but you had a little growth spurt, making you almost the same height as him. Levi hated that, being victim to endless teasing from both your parents and his friends.
"But, I'm already almost taller than you?"
"Doesn't matter, brat."
But he'd sigh, and let you go anyway. Feeling your mother's stare on him, no words needed, a simple look that stated, 'Take her with you, and don't argue,"
It wasn't like you didn't have any friends of your own to hang out with, but his were just, so cool. So different to yours. They stayed out much later and did more fun things like going to buy milkshakes and sit around idly in parks. Stuff your friends weren't allowed to do.
Plus, one particular friend of his always caught your eye more than the others.
Hange.
With their comfy cardigans and messy hair, cheerful smile and bright demeanour. They were way taller than Levi, you always found that funny. How technically, he wasn't even tall enough to go out either by the standards he placed on you.
Looking back on it, you were a little embarrassed at how you trailed after Hange like a lost puppy. Eyeing their every move and following them as you tried to force their attention on you. Cringing at your younger self, you just really liked them. Wanted to be their friend, to hang out with them as much as you could.
Now, though, you had all grown into adulthood, you were in your first semester at college, at home for the first break of the year. The woes of young adulthood following you around like it did everyone else.
Levi and Hange remained best friends throughout, many of his other friends moving to distant colleges, whilst both of them stayed local, their friendship held strong.
You were currently reading a book on your bed as you heard the familiar laughs from Hange, and chattering from Levi through the open gap of your door.
You always admired their friendship, how close they were and the effort they made into retaining it. Many of your own friendships had come and gone, lost to time and petty arguments but theirs never did, not even once.
Sure, you had Mikasa, the closest you had to a best friend but she was bound to you by familial ties and family values. You often wondered if your friendship would've remained if you weren't cousins. You weren't ungrateful, though, Mikasa is a ride-or-die type of person. If you were friends with her, she'd die for you. Her own code of loyalty un-breaking in the face of silly things that'd rip other friendships apart. You hadn't seen her for a few days, though. She'd gone on some trip with her parents and boyfriend, and not wanting to ruin their family bonding time you opted to stay at home during the holidays.
Consequently, you were insanely bored. Out of your mind, even. You had read that book maybe five times? You weren't sure if you had it in you to finish it for the sixth.
So, rather begrudgingly, you made your way down the stairs, to where Levi and Hange were sat playing video games on the couch.
Hange's legs were spread as their elbows rested on each knee, both of them hunched over their remotes, backs bent to feel closer to the screen. Shouting incoherently as their chosen characters were beating each other up, throwing high kicks and brutal uppercuts in a 1v1.
You watched them for a while, laughing as Levi got his ass kicked by Hange's chosen character. Claiming that Hange was cheating to make himself feel better about losing.
Hange hadn't changed much, their features were the same, albeit more pronounced and mature. It was their style that changed the most, going from dorky graphic tees to tightly cropped tank tops that exposed their arms and baggy ripped jeans that hung low on their slender hips. Not to mention the new piercings and the tats that now covered their wrists and upper chest, often poking through the collar hem.
Their hair was shorter, now, too. Layered strands falling out of its tie as shorter pieces framed the structure of their face. A curved, short metallic line pierced through their right eyebrow, along with a small band hanging off their septum on a curved nose.
Hange was always attractive, for sure, but they got insanely hot. Confidence just radiated from them as they got comfortable in their own skin. You had always been drawn to them, you just got better at hiding it. The prefrontal cortex developing into self-awareness at how embarrassing it was to be so openly craving Hange's attention. Plus, they were Levi's best friend, it simply couldn't happen.
Did I mention they were also gay? You remembered when Hange first came out to Levi, nervously telling him about a crush they had on a cute barista in the city. You also especially remembered the way your chest constricted and the bitter taste that soured your tongue as Hange fawned over this cute girl they spoke to just a few times.
Levi took it well, like a good friend, besides he was gay, too— in love with Erwin. He told you about their secret kisses and conflicted feelings one night, after a bit too much to drink that he was heartbroken when Erwin moved away, and onto to better things. A disregarded potential relationship that never kicked off, he hasn't found another half since. You wished he would, he was a good person.
Hange noticed you standing behind them, head turning slightly for confirmation of your presence before turning back to try and focus on the screen. You were bent over the back of the couch, elbows resting on the cushions as you watched their game, the loose, comfy shorts exposing your thighs and a tight long-sleeved shirt with a cut down to the chest, pretty white lace rimming the hem as it sunk down. Due to your position, the grooves of your cleavage were slightly exposed, enhanced by the propping up by your elbows on the couch.
Hange suddenly started doing really bad at the game, their fumbling allowed Levi to throw them off and back them into the far edge of the screen, hit after hit until the health bar lowered fully and a low 'fatality' sounded out from the speakers.
"Fucking finally!" Levi exclaimed, shocked but happy that he won a match at long last. Hange groaned, setting the controller down, standing up to stretch their limbs, tank riding up their stomach as they did so.
"I don't even know how that happened, man."
"Needa get your head in the game!" Levi was revelling in his win, clearly it must not happen very often for him.
"Big talk for someone who lost every other match," Hange teased, taking a sip from their bottled water as they glanced up at you.
"Wanna play?" They asked, passing you the remote.
"Nah, I'm good, would rather watch you beat Levi."
"Man, screw you." Levi chuckled, knowing you weren't wrong. He had won by pure chance, and perhaps a little added distraction.
You moved around the couch to enter the kitchen for some snacks, Hange's gaze trailing after you as you walked away. Eyes falling down to subtly observe the way the hem of your shorts cut off a little too far up on your thighs, shaping around the curve of your ass as the soft fabric swished with your movements. You looked fucking good, with your hips that now filled out any pair of your jeans, smooth thighs and nice bre—
"Stop that," Levi tutted, smacking his hand hard on the back of Hange's head.
"Hey! Stop what?" Hange responded, more defensively than they'd like to admit, rubbing their head over where Levi's knuckles had collided.
"Staring at her," He whispered, not wanting you to hear from within the kitchen. He could hear you messing with plates and opening drawers, it was safe for now.
"I wasn— wasn't staring at her, man."
"Sure. It's not like I have eyes or anything," Levi rolled his eyes, "Just don't stare at my sister like that, creep."
Hange scoffed, lowering their gaze to the remote, they weren't being a creep, right? You just got really hot, it wasn't a crime to look. It's not like they were going to actually try anything. You were Levi's little sister, for crying out loud!
"Whatever, man, let's just play," Hange muttered, loading the next match up.
"Don't forget the promise." Levi murmured, eyes locked on the screen, not even looking at them as he said it.
Ugh, the promise.
The promise that Levi made his male, straight friends make to him, and then Hange, too, when they came out as a lesbian, the 'don't you dare try anything on her,' promise.
It happened one day after he caught Jean eyeing you up perversely, followed by an inappropriate comment about just how attractive you got and that he'd willingly take you out, amongst other things. Levi, being unimpressed as always, slapped him across the head, not so kindly letting him know you were strictly off-limits. That he shouldn't dare try anything, lest he face Levi's wrath.
He may have found you annoying, but you were still his sister. No matter what, he'd always want to keep you away from certain things, if he could help it. Canoodling around with Jean and ending up hurt was one of them, he didn't want another comment to be made like that in the future, so he made the others promise, too.
Hange wasn't like that, weren't a player by any means. Quite the opposite, respectful of women and monogamous, in fact, Hange had been the victim of being cheated on a few times. Never the other way around.
No, his motivations for making Hange promise were different than when he made Jean do it. Hange was his longest and most closest friend, he'd be damned if something were to happen between you, get fucked up and cost him their friendship. Didn't want the uncomfortable risk of being made to pick sides when something goes wrong and lose it all.
So that was that, you were off-limits. It was made abundantly clear. He didn't really care what you did with people he didn't know, or wasn't close with, isn't his business, frankly. But anyone in his friend group? No way. That was way too close for comfort.
"No one could forget the promise, Levi, y'never let 'em." Hange huffed, he had always been so insistent with it.
"Good."
Hange hated that promise, with a passion. I mean, it's not like they intended to break it, and hurt Levi. But, come on? A promise? It's not like they'd fuck you around. You meant way more than that.
With a plate full of little cut up fruits in your hand, you stepped back into the living room, humming a random tune to yourself. Painfully, blissfully unaware of the conversation that had just taken place between them.
Hange made sure to keep their eyes locked in on the screen, especially as you sat yourself down on the floor in front of the couch, directly in front of Hange so you wouldn't block the television. Then especially as you grabbed at the squares of cut watermelon, propping it on your tongue and even more especially when Hange caught little drops of fruit juice trickling down the corner of your mouth. Their eyes darted away quickly, frenzied button smashing as they beat Levi again.
With an annoyed groan from Levi and a loud cheer from you, Hange felt a swell of pride within their chest as you rejoiced in their win against your brother. This is bad, they thought, they need to push that shit all the way down. And quickly.
—
A few days had passed, and the conversation they had the other day was completely forgotten, at least by Levi. It was eating Hange up alive. Guilt feeding at their chest as they knew none of this wouldn't end well, one way or another. It was getting harder and harder to be around you and pretend. Pretend that they weren't having weird thoughts about their best friend's sister.
Maybe Levi would make an exception for them?
Hange grunted, head in their hands as they knew that would simply never happen. Levi had made it too big an issue of it to simply back down now.
They were dreading the barbecue your family had so kindly invited them to, Hange was pretty much an honorary member of the household. Your parents absolutely loved them. Hange would hate to ruin that. Their own family wasn't as nice, or as welcoming. Hange felt extremely grateful that they had been given a second home and been able to experience what it was actually meant to be like. That couldn't all just go down the drain.
And yet, there you were.
Amongst the members of your family and invited friends, you were sitting outside on a deck chair, huddling around the table with Mikasa and another unidentified person, some buff woman with a long, blonde braid, whispering to each other, god knows what about. Your hand was cradled around the glass of your self-made cocktail, the other gesturing to match whatever you were talking about, a bright smile on your tainted dark-red lips and long-winged eye-liner to match.
Hange couldn't help but stand there and admire you. Levi's words echoed in their head whilst they looked at how the short, white dress fit around your chest. The way it tightly hugged your waist and flowed out. Levi's words repeated over and over like a mantra all the while.
I'm so fucking screwed.
That feeling soon doubled, however. Hange was sipping on their cold beer, taking a long swig of it. Their fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle as that unnamed person next to you placed their muscled arm around your waist. Comfortably and without a care in the world. Like it was so easy for them. The twist in their chest exacerbated when you leaned into their touch, placing your head on their shoulder, as you continued speaking with Mikasa.
Hange broke their gaze away as Levi shouted them over, asking for them to grab some spare cutlery from the kitchen. Being close enough with your family, Hange was often tasked with helping out. They didn't mind, honestly they'd rather go clean the whole damn kitchen if it meant not watching the way the blonde carelessly nuzzled her nose into your neck, and the giggles that left your lips. Hange wanted it to be them.
They quickly made their way into the empty house, the guests enjoying the sunshine outside as your father singed spiced meat on the barbecue. Chattering and drinking away. All of them without a care.
Hange stood there for a few seconds, trying to regulate themselves and rationalise. That the image of that shouldn't have affected them so much. They were being a terrible friend to Levi by even allowing the discomfort, by allowing the anger to be fuelled by a sight of you cuddling up to someone else. Knowing that they could never freely do so.
Hange didn't hear you step into the kitchen, about to grab some paper towels for the drink you'd spilled all over the table outside.
"Um, are you okay?"
Your recognisable voice rang out amongst the silence, Hange's head turning towards you.
"Oh—um, yeah, yeah, I'm good." Lies.
"You sure?" You stepped closer to them, placing a hand on their bicep with concern. Hange could smell the intoxicating signature perfume you always wore, vanilla with tones of lavender, "You were just kinda stood there?" Your expression was worried, brows furrowed as you looked them over.
You had always been so caring, especially towards Hange, but right now it was just stressing them out. Too confusing. It was allowing them to think too deeply on the why.
"I just... forgot what I came here for," Another lie. Yet, the way it came out from them was way too easy, one of the perks of growing up in a house where you had to evade certain truths to avoid harsh punishment.
You bit your lip and furrowed your brows, a hint that you didn't quite believe what they were spewing, but decided not to push it.
"Alright, I just came for some napkins," Your hand left their arm, "You should join us out there, Mikasa wants to ask you stuff about her course, you both study the same thing."
Greaat. Hange wanted to throw themself on the barbecue. Of fucking course.
Hange and Levi were in their last year of college, due to graduate this year. Mikasa started studying the same course, Hange remembered you mentioning it once. Normally, they'd have no qualms about helping out, but right now? Having to sit with you all, right next to the woman they had no idea you were even seeing? And watch helplessly as she touched you in the places Hange so desperately wanted to in her stead? No, thank you.
But Hange has never been able to say no to you. So with a heavy heart, and a stiff smile they nodded.
"Would love to,"
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Hange was not having a happy fun time. Having joined your table with Levi, in hopes that it wouldn't be so suspect if he was there, too. It was fucking difficult, trying to eat your dad's delicious cooking and your mother's famously drizzled salad, whilst you and the other girl, who they now know was called Abby, were chatting amongst yourselves.
Hange tried to focus on the questions about the course that Mikasa had. Tried to be helpful, not glaring at the muscled blonde that enjoyed touching you up at a family gathering a little too much. How could Levi not have a problem with this? How could he sit there and eat nonchalantly like his little sister wasn't getting felt up by this stranger you'd invited?
Hange would never be able to do this, not in a million years.
Mikasa had eventually ran out of questions for Hange, leaving the table with the typical silence that befalls over people enjoying a good meal. Apart from you and Levi bickering a little bit, and a few chatters between you, Mikasa and Abby, there was a lot of empty gaps.
Hange was usually someone that had a lot to say, with a lot to contribute to group outings, sometimes even too much. But right now? They could barely find a word to utter. Focusing on sipping their beer and finishing their meal. All whilst trying to ignore how Abby's hand landed at your thigh, with a squeeze so subtle that no one else batted an eye at it, except Hange.
They were hyperaware of all of the touches, and not proud to admit how it made their entire body seethe. Was this your new girlfriend? Hange didn't even know you were into women. Obviously, asking in the past would've probably made Levi question their motives, so they just always assumed you were straight, accepting they didn't have a chance. Hange's brain felt heavy, so full of thoughts that just wouldn't stop.
"Are you feeling better?"
The sweetness in your voice didn't help, neither did the cautious look in your eyes as you asked them the question, clearly still thinking about Hange's odd behaviour from earlier.
"Yeah, why?"
"You've been quieter than usual, weirdo, it's freaky." said Levi, picking his food apart with a fork.
"I'm fine." They muttered, necking the last dregs of the bottle, hating how the attention had turned to them.
Focus on the weird stranger feeling up your sister, not me!
After a while, Hange and Levi excused themselves, leaving the table and going to play video games in the living room, Hange thanked their lucky stars they could finally leave the table. Storming away would've brought too many questions they weren't ready to answer yet.
—
Night fell, the guests had left, your parents had gone to bed and all that remained was you and Abby chatting outside. Hange was nested on the couch in the dark, cozied up with a blanket. Levi didn't like sharing his bedroom very often, so Hange was sometimes exiled to the couch— it was a really comfortable couch, though, so it wasn't the worst scenario.
No, the worst scenario was right outside the backyard door, trying to creep inside quietly. Hange thought it was just you, at first, trying to drunkenly enter the house without waking your parents. They hadn't expected to see the Abby's silhouette trailing behind you, hand in hand.
It was dark, but certain lights from the outside were shining through the door, which was more a slidable window than a door. Hange wanted to sink into the couch when they heard your soft gasps as they could make out Abby pressing you up against the wall. Followed by the low smacking of lips against your neck as you let out a quiet moan, Abby quickly covered your mouth with her palm to keep you quiet, with a gentle, ssh. Clearly, neither of you noticed the other presence in the room, sat on the couch with an unfortunate view of the whole thing.
This was torture. Was this God's punishment for emotionally breaking Levi's promise? For having such thoughts about you and weird, romantic feelings towards you since you were both teens?
Hange shut their eyes, heart racing from accidentally witnessing the intimate sight, awkwardly covering their face with the blanket so they could see no more. Wishing that their torture would end. Unfortunately, they could still hear you kissing each other as you led Abby upstairs to your bedroom. They could still hear your door shut and the subsequent creaking of your bed right above their head.
They just didn't happen to hear the way you accidentally ended up moaning Hange's name into Abby's ear as she fucked you.
—
You were mortified.
So ashamed of your own actions as the sober morning awoke your thoughts. It had been a very awkward encounter between you and Abby.
Look, you weren't dating, it was a purely physical relationship. It started a few weeks ago when you needed some quick relief from someone you trusted and Abby happened to feel the same. You were both on the same page that there were no feelings involved, a simple friends with benefits agreement. A you scratch my back, I scratch yours, situation.
That doesn't mean that explaining to your college friend why you had moaned your brother's childhood best friend's name into her ear as she was knuckles deep inside you was a fun conversation to have. You didn't exactly fucking mean to, Hange had just looked so delicious all day, as they always did, you couldn't get them out of your mind. Plus, they were behaving odd yesterday, and as a concerned citizen, of course they had ended up on your mind? That was normal, right?
Abby was understanding, of course, she was, she was the sweetest. Even going as far as wishing you good luck and hoping that it ends up with the outcome you want. It didn't alleviate the embarrassment, though, finding yourself locked alone in the early morning hours as Abby vacated your house. You didn't want to face Hange, even if they didn't know what happened— you did, that was enough motivation to isolate yourself for the rest of eternity.
The sound of your stomach rumbling was the only thing that propelled you out from your bed, forcing you to go downstairs and feed yourself some breakfast. So imagine your horror as you saw Hange laying on the couch, awake, watching videos on their phone in the early hours of the morning, as they sometimes do when Levi doesn't feel like sharing his tiny bed. He was a notoriously late riser. Did they see you and Abby last night? You'd been a bit too inebriated last night to notice if they had been there whole time. That just makes you feel even worse.
Hange was the one you wanted. You had always wanted Hange, even when you were younger and didn't realise what that drive was called. As you grew up and realised what it was, you just shoved it deeply away for Levi's benefit, knowing he was uncomfortable with you dating his friends. What a shitty situation.
"Looked like you had fun last night," Hange spoke without looking at you, eyes stuck on their phone. They don't know why they even said that. They shouldn't have said anything at all. It was none of their business, and it shouldn't matter. You weren't theirs. It shouldn't bother them if you were dating someone else, it definitely shouldn't make their chest tighten a cold grip around their throat at the thought of you sleeping with someone else.
"Uh, did you see anything?" what a great job of not sounding suspicious.
"I saw enough to know you had fun," Hange muttered, rolling their eyes, lifting themself up into a seated position.
"I'm so sorry, we didn't realise anyone was here," The shame was visibly clear in your voice, the way it fumbled and stuttered, "I wouldn't have done that if I saw you were here."
"Wouldn't have slept with her or wouldn't have done it in your living room?" It was out before Hange could stop it, resenting the reeking jealousy hanging off their words. They had no right.
"I.. it's not like I slept with her right on top of you." You defended, not enjoying Hange's clear disappointment towards you, it didn't feel good in your stomach.
"Hm— it was close enough." stop it, Hange, what exactly are you doing? Their inner monologue shouted at them.
"Please, like you've never slept with anyone before." You crossed your arms over your chest, sighing, getting visibly more upset.
"I—you're right. I'm sorry, it's not my place." Hange ceded, taking a deep breath that matched yours. Finally looking in your direction to make eye contact. They didn't love the guilt that was riddled on your face, they shouldn't have made you feel bad for that. It wasn't fair on you.
You eased up at their words, uncrossing your arms as you placed yourself next to them on the couch. Dropping on the cushion beside them with a loud thump.
"Please, just don't tell Levi, okay? I don't wanna hear it."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Hange's expression was vague, a weird mix of defeat and weak despair, their teeth drawing in their lower lip. You rested your head against Hange's shoulder, it felt too tense, a frigid air haunting the room as they placed their head over yours.
"She's not my girlfriend, alright, we just sleep together sometimes." There was no reason for you explain yourself, not officially anyway. You just didn't want Hange to think that you were dating Abby.
Hange nodded, ignoring the punch of all punches that just punctured deep within their chest, "Don't worry, I won't say anything, dear." Their words were soft, a sudden contrast to the escalating conflict that was about to happen moments before. Lifting your head slightly, your eyes met, looking up at Hange, who matched the eye contact. Both of you just sat there for a few seconds, gazing at each other with terse silence. Both forced to sit with the uncomfortable tension.
Against your better judgement, your gaze sunk to Hange's lips, just before the sound of Levi's bedroom door opening upstairs split you two away from each other. Heart race sped up against your ears as the both of you jumped up into proper posture like you hadn't just been inches apart a second ago. Levi was whistling as he came down the stairs, and you prompted yourself to finally get yourself some breakfast.
Staying inside the house was too much for you today, it was a Friday night, you should go out and have fun! Forget all these weird thoughts and just let loose. You messaged Mikasa whilst your bread was toasting, asking if she was up for going out later. Once she answered with an agreement, you had eaten your toast and told Levi you had plans for the night. Your parents had left early that morning for a weekend get-away, leaving him in charge of the house.
—
On the Uber ride back home from the bar, you felt bad for the poor driver. He had to listen to you and Mikasa talk nonsense and laugh hysterically at literally nothing reasonable, you had to remember to give him a tip. He definitely deserves it. Nothing worse than dealing with stupidly drunk people when you're stone sober. You ended up drinking more than you intended, spilling your feelings to Mikasa who listened intently to your woes before trying to get your mind off things—off Hange specifically.
The Uber reached your house, and you said your goodbyes, making sure Mikasa was sharing the trip with you so that you could make sure she got home safely, too. Girl code, you know?
At your doorstep, you struggled to find your keys, lost deep in the depths of your tote bag. You don't even know why you still used them, they were bad for your posture and everything gets lost in them. You resorted to loudly knocking on the door repeatedly so Levi could let you in.
"Why are you banging on the door like you're being chased?" Hange said, why they opened the door and not your brother, you were too drunk to figure out.
"I.. can't find my keys,"
Hange sighed, chuckling as they let you in. Seemingly over the encounter you both shared that morning. You definitely weren't.
"Where's Levi?" You mumbled, tripping over your the doorstep as you attempted to make your way inside, clawing at the wall to keep yourself stable. You hoped that sober you wouldn't remember that.
"On the phone to your parents, they wanted him to take a photo of something they forgot to take," Hange grabbed your wrist, holding you up as they brought you inside, "Just how drunk are you?"
"Hella," you laughed, your eyes sparkling up at them. Drunkenness evident in your face just by your eyes.
"Great, your parents won't want to see you like this,"
"What—I'm fine! I got home okay?" You argued, before Hange shushed you so that your parents couldn't hear your drunken slurring, grabbing your phone from your pocket, "Need to check if Mikasa did,"
Catching Levi's attention, he twisted his neck around to see what was going on, muting the microphone from his phone, so he could speak to Hange.
"Is she drunk?" He sighed, unamused and definitely not impressed.
"Like a pirate." Hange responded, still holding you up by your wrist, you glanced at their bare arms. Putting your phone away as the notification that Mikasa's journey had ended.
"I'm not that drun—"
"Fucks sake, Hange, take her upstairs." Levi interrupted you, tutting, not wanting to turn the mic back on until you'd both gone upstairs.
Hange pretty much carried you up, following behind you on the staircase like a bodyguard, with an arm held out to ensure that you didn't fall over and break something. Once you reached your bedroom safely, Hange brought you to your bed, taking off your boots and jacket before making you lie down on the mattress. You just looked up at them as they helped you wordlessly, watched as they grabbed a water bottle from your bedside table and passed it to you.
"You should drink some of that before you sleep, it'll help you tomorrow."
"I don't need water, like I said, I feel fine..." You argued again, ignoring that the room was spinning too much as you finally laid horizontally. Alcohol was grim.
"Just drink it." Hange crossed their arms, not budging until you lifted the bottle to your lips, almost drinking half of it before setting it down. Hadn't realised how thirsty you actually were.
"There, happy?"
"Very, goodnight." They turned around to leave you, hand hovering over the light-switch.
"Hange, wait." You shouted, they turned back around to face you, as you continued, "Can you stay with me? The room is spinning—don't wanna throw up."
Hange's eyes widened, mouth splitting open.
"I.. don't think that's a very good idea." Levi was right downstairs, what if he thinks Hange was taking advantage of you or something?
Your persistence was almost admirable, lips curved into a slight pout as you gaze broke through theirs, reaching over to tug at Hange's shirt, "Please, Hange?"
With this, Hange was once again reminded of their inability to say no to you, sighing with defeat as they sat just an inch on your bed, their back to you as you were laid down. The awkward distance in between made it clear that they were planning on leaving again shortly, deciding to just linger around until you fell asleep, messing with their nails to pass the time. You were taking a while to drift away though, not happy with how far they were sitting from you, like you were contagious.
Whilst they were distracted with their fiddling, you drunkenly thought it was a good idea to grab the back of their shirt. Pulling at it until Hange was laying side by side to you, you ignored Hange's surprised yelp and rested your head on their chest. It felt more secure than the pillow, the room not spinning as much.
"That's better," you beamed, happy with yourself, snuggling in between Hange's arm as you sighed contently, basking in their warmth. Meanwhile, Hange was panicking, praying that Levi wouldn't walk in and think the worst. They hoped you couldn't feel their heart speed up with your proximity, or the quickened rises of their chest with your head snuggled into them as you tucked your feet underneath yourself.
Hange tried to ease their racing heartbeat by looking around your room. It was very you. Your personality all over the walls and decorations. Hange thought you had drifted off by then, until your voice broke the calming silence.
"You're so pretty, Hange."
They turn to face you, heart skipping as they see the starry admiration in your eyes, attributing that to the alcohol.
"You've clearly had too much to drink," Hange tries to shrug it off, despite the hot red splotching in their cheeks. They messed with their eyebrow piercing, spinning it around, a habit that formed quickly after it healed.
You firm it though, the many volumes of gin in your system easing your words out, "No. I always thought it, even when I wasn't legally allowed to drink," you huffed, nuzzling deeper into their chest, almost reaching the crook of Hange's neck.
Hange was freaking out, fumbling to think of a response, convincing themself that you were just drunkenly babbling—desperate to not let a little spark of hope develop into an unstoppable force. Yet, you held firm as an immovable object, wanting them to know just how serious you were. So they just scoffed, leaning their head back against your headboard in false nonchalance.
"I mean it! I had a little crush on you when we were younger."
Hange short-circuited, you had a crush on them? Wait—what do you mean by had? Did it disappear? Dissipated and lost in the wind as your network of people expanded and Hange wasn't the only person in your close proximity? They had a crush on you, too, but it never left.
Your head fell forwards, the weight of your own head too heavy to hold up any longer as it sank lower and lower, eventually resting totally on Hange.
"Always wanted you to like me back—it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as your voice grew more drowsy, "Maybe one day."
Just Hange's luck, right? They wanted you to fall asleep that entire time and you'd refused, but as soon as you put those blasphemous words out there, sleep had already gotten its grip on you. By the time Hange worked up the courage to look down at you, you were snoozing away, regular, soft breaths escaping as you slept peacefully— unaware of the brain damage you just inflicted.
Well, shit, what now?
—
Levi was subsequently left alone downstairs the entire night. He knew he asked Hange to take you upstairs, but they'd been up there for a damn long time, now. It's not like he didn't trust Hange, he'd trust Hange with his life and yours any day. They were not a threat in any sense of the word.
But he had this itchy feeling in the back of his head, that he just had to go check out what was happening. He took himself up the stairs, waiting outside your bedroom door for a minute to sus if he could hear anything through the walls.
At the silence, he turned the doorknob and looked at the scene.
Your boots, side by side in line on the floor against your bed. Your jacket neatly folded up at the edge of the bed. And then you, cradling a half-empty bottle of water as you were cozied under Hange's arm, both fully dressed, sleeping soundly and undisturbed on their chest. Hange was gone, too. Lost the fight against sleep as their head was leaning against the headboard, not the comfiest position but he'd seen Hange sleep in way worse conditions.
You two looked.. almost sweet. Innocently sleeping on each other that it almost made Levi feel guilty about the stupid promise. Almost.
The risk was still too strong a threat. Too big a risk to chance. It's not like he was stupid, he'd clocked your attraction to each other a long time ago, he just hadn't anticipated there being emotional sweetness along with it. With a sigh, Levi closed the door and went to his own bedroom.
—
Light was beaming through your curtains, your eyes fluttered open as you awoke. Luckily, your head wasn't pounding too much, you were thankful that you got minimal level hangovers. The only thing you needed was water, throat feeling scratchy, but you just felt so comfortable. Your eyes opened properly, the strain of sleep having latched your eyes shut, a saw what you were laying on. Or rather—who.
Hange was fast asleep beside you, neck bent slightly to the side, their arm was around your back and your arm around their stomach. Your stomach sank as you noticed you had been cuddling them in their sleep, as memories of last night started popping through your mind. That's embarrassing, you thought. Looking back at Hange, you took the opportunity to admire them. Freely allowing yourself to admire their long eyelashes that casted lines of shadows on their skin, that lovely nose as it dipped into their septum piercing. Plump lips pouty as they rested. They were beautiful, breathtaking in the soft light of the morning.
Picking yourself up, you quickly made your way through to the bathroom to brush your teeth, promptly returning back to your spot on the bed.
You grabbed a water bottle, it'd been wedged underneath you during your sleep, hurting your ribs a little bit. There was half of it left, that's enough for now. Attempting to be quiet as you drank, but it was obvious that the crackles of plastic were too loud for Hange to continue sleeping, lifting their head as their gaze fell on you.
"Hi." you breathed out, a cautious greeting against the silence in the room.
"Hi." Hange rasped out, voice deeper, coated with sleep. You sat up, not wanting to make Hange feel uncomfortable by leaning yourself against them any longer.
"How you feeling?" they asked, using the free space around them to sit up straight and stretch out their back, cracking as it did.
"Fine.." you responded, "uh—thank you for helping me last night."
Hange's cheeks heated up, breaking contact as they cleared their throat. So did you remember? Did you remember the haunting words you whispered into the night as you fell asleep?
"Yeah—um, no need to thank me,"
"Well, still—thank you for staying with me."
Hange nodded, their demeanour deflating as they failed to hold eye contact with you. What could they say? That they would stay with you forever if you asked? That they would gather you in their arms and keep you comfortable any day if it meant seeing the content smile on your lips? That they wished you had meant those sacred words?
"I'm—uh—a little embarrassed," You muttered, playing with the rimmed edges on the bottlecap, "I—"
"Y'don't need to explain—I get it, you were drunk."
Gaping up at them, you let out a sigh, "That.. wasn't what I was gonna say."
Hange was slipping away from you, their usual tender sweetness towards you covered by an uncharacteristic stiffness. You had no choice but be honest with them. Hange deserves to know the truth.
"I meant it, you know? That's why I'm embarrassed."
That seemed to grab their attention, their eyes finally meeting yours. The rise and fall of their chest increasing, eyebrows quipping up, you continued.
"I've always liked you," you whispered, "I just wish it didn't come out like that, if it hadn't maybe you'd believe me."
"But, Abby—"
"Was a distraction. A bad way of keeping myself away from you," you grabbed their hand, holding it, "'cos I don't know if you've noticed, Hange, but it's always been you."
Hange's mouth split open, lips moving as they thought of a response. You took the surprise on their face and the silence on their lips as an admission that your feelings just simply weren't returned.
"I-I know it's a lot to put on you, I'm sorry— I just couldn't hold it in—"
"I feel the same way." was their direct response, cutting you off before you could take the words back. To stop them from seeping into the walls and being long forgotten.
Biting your lip, eyes staring at one another's nervously, contrasting the serenity of the bedroom's illumination. Tentatively, you reached out a hand, placing it lightly on Hange's jaw. Letting out a soft breath, Hange's eyes fell shut, deeply nudging their face closer into the caress of your hand. Eyes only opening when they felt your body budge itself on the bed, seeing how close you now were to their lips.
"Hange," you muttered, words laced with your nerves. Your stomach rippling with uncertainty, the anticipation making you shiver as you leaned closer to them, lips inches away from theirs.
"We can't," Hange whimpered, the hesitation evident, "Levi will kill me." Their voice was so quiet, scared to utter the fact that you both knew. You're off-limits. No matter how much they craved feeling your lips on theirs. That facts remained.
"I don't fucking care about Levi."
Truthfully, you've simply had enough of your older brother being an obstacle in the only relationship you wanted. Throughout the span of your life, you've yearned for Hange, there's no way you'd allow this chance to escape you.
"If we both want this," Your dangerously sweet whispers were serpentine, like a siren sinking a sailor to their certain death. Even as your heart was racing, one of your thighs moved over Hange's stomach, until eventually you were straddling over them, Hange's dainty hands trembled as they delicately hovered over your thighs, almost scared to touch you, "Why should it matter?"
Dampening your bottom lip with a quick dart of your tongue, you leaned into them again, thighs tightening around Hange's midsection as that little black dress of yours from last night rode up, exposing more of your legs. Hange gripped the skin of your plush thighs so hard, a testament to their restrained desires.
"Why should he stop you from going after what you want?"
Your lips met the skin below Hange's ear, grazing light pecks that caused goosebumps up their spine. Hange was breathing heavily beneath you, head hanging back as they bit back sighs. Their conflicting thoughts seeping in their brain, overshadowed by the skimming of your lips burning their skin.
"Fuck—"
Hange lifted their thigh, pressing it against the centre of your legs, as your teeth sunk over their neck. Sucking on the soft skin and running your tongue over. Hange couldn't hold back a little whimper at the contact, especially as your hips began rolling, rubbing your clothed centre over their propped up thigh.
"I—I want you so bad, Hange, please."
That was it. The rope of restraint snapped, the moment had reached over its boiling point as you whimpered against their neck. Hange grabbed the top of your spine, eyes meeting briefly before they melded their lips over yours.
You were whirling, hips grinding against Hange as your lips connected ardently. Feverishly slow open-mouthed kisses as you gasped into each other's touch. Years of mutually hidden cravings possessing your actions, feeling your tongues brushing desperately over into each other's mouths. Hange tugged at your ass, gripping at the skin through your clothes with a tight clasp.
Hange then separated your lips, looking up at you through their pretty eyelashes to gaze upon your state. With your eyes black with desire, they guided your hips into rhythm against their leg. Leaning their head up to kiss your neck, low, gentle pecks echoing within the room as you were trembling on top of them, chest rising and falling and your sinewy thighs trapping them underneath you. What a sight.
"Hange—"
Hearing their name slip from your lips in such a desperate manner, Hange felt like they should be locked up. The heavy sound of your low whimpers of their name causing a stir of their own burning heat to travel.
Levi was certainly going to kill them, good thing he's still asleep. Unaware of the way Hange was touching his sister in the next room. The whole thing was sinful, just reprehensible. The promise long forgotten, shoved to their back of their mind.
"You're fucking delightful, angel,"
Hange lifted themself up, back straight and chest tightly pressed to yours. Their hand rising from your ass to grip your lower back, fingers holding you in place to jut their knee against your core, their palm guiding your hips against them. Lips met again to quieten the gasps threatening to escape from within your throat. They couldn't deal with an interruption right now.
The pattern of movement in your hips faltered, grabbing Hange's wrist to place their free hand upon your clothed breast. Hange could feel your hardened nipple poking through the fabric, as their thumb rubbed over—god what they wanted to do. What they would do to see you without your layers, barren and exposed for them.
"I'm so—fuck— love seeing you like this," Your eyebrows were furrowed at their hushed words, teeth skimming over your bottom lip, it spurred them on more, "Thought about this so much, angel."
"Yeah?" You egged them on, pressing yourself harder against their knee, Hange could feel the dampness seeping through your underwear as your shaking hands reached down to unbutton Hange's jeans. They should've come off a long time ago, "I've thought about it, too—god—thought of your fingers, your mouth on me—fuck."
Unbuttoned jeans, and your dress just on as a formality, bunched up in folds around your waist. Hange lifted you up from their knee, your confession driving them over the edge. If only they knew how many times you touched yourself to the thought of them late at night.
Tugging the hem of your dress over your head, immediately catching the way your skin rippled from the chill in the air, nipples perked up and stiffened as your chest was heaving. A trail of hair leading down from your navel to your pussy, still covered by your lacy underwear, it drove Hange stupid.
"Shit— that's fucking hot," Hange rasped, words tight in their throat, desperately trying to keep their voice down.
Wasn't long before Hange was undressed, too. You made sure of that, ripping the shirt off their torso and helping to pull down their jeans. Both of you unclothed in front of each other. Your hands grazed over their breasts, admiring the tattoo beneath their collarbone, spread over the top of their chest, and their tatted forearms. Toned stomach twitching as your fingers travelled down from their chest to their abdomen.
Both of you just admired each other, before you brought your lips back together, open mouths chasing the sensation of each other's lips. You were straddling Hange again, rubbing yourself over their now bare thigh. Your dampness glistened on their skin with each roll, you felt fucking desperate.
"I'm burning for you, Hange—need your touch," You panted, losing yourself in the sight of Hange's slender barren body beneath you. Lost in the starry glaze within their eyes at you, tantalising. Hange groaned gently as they teased a finger on your slit through the fabric that was acting as the only barrier between your bodies, you twitched into their hand. Their knee wasn't enough, you craved more.
"What d'you want, angel?"
"Your mouth, fuck—please-"
The begging left you before you could help it, all you could think about was feeling Hange on you, anywhere, everywhere. Hange squeezed your thighs, laying their spine flat on the bed as they prompted you along their torso, your pussy accidentally grazing over their nipple, inches away from their mouth.
"Sit on my face, angel," Hange ordered, voice lowered and strained at the turned-on shock on your features. Hesitantly, you hovered over their waiting mouth, lacy underwear still on, trying to argue, "But I still have my—"
"ssh—just sit, baby." Hange was determined, hands rubbing over your bare skin as you shuddered on top of them. Silky thighs spread, opened just for them, like an unfurled deity, waiting patiently to be worshipped. They loved seeing you above them like this, aching for them. The slab of your stomach tensed as you tentatively placed yourself over their inviting mouth, feeling their wet tongue brush over your clothed slit.
The texture of the damp lace through their tongue pressing against your clit caused you to let out a shaky moan, a hand coming to grip the headboard, the other covering your own mouth. Hips began sliding autonomously over Hange's face as they sucked your pussy into their mouth, plump lips puckering over the fabric as their tongue swiped over in short bursts, with little pecks in between.
The top of your thighs started to burn from holding yourself up, legs shaking from the weight and the added sensation of Hange lapping underneath you, their muffled groans vibrating into your pussy. Hange's steady eyes were on you, watching. Their eyebrows pinched up as you both made contact. Their hands grabbed your hips, forcing you to rest your full weight on their face and ease the tension in your legs, you moaned into your palm as their tongue was closer to your throbbing centre. Spurred on by the intense way those amber eyes watched you whilst your mouth hung open. You ached to feel the wet muscle on you, to feel their warmth on you properly.
Hange's hand landed at your breast, kneading, your skin melted into the gaps between their fingers, the fat of your breast rolling underneath their hand. Hange's thumb teased over your nipple, spreading spurts of pleasure down your entire spine. Then Hange nipped the hem of your dampened, cotton underwear with their teeth and tugged it to the side, to expose your swollen pussy, leaking and throbbing in the cool air. A swipe of their tongue on your bare slit, lathering your sweet arousal on the tip of their tongue as they swallowed it, tasting you for the first time. They groaned out a muffled mm, into your centre, delighted by your taste. Before diving in to pleasure you properly, blissfully easing the tension that had built up in your core.
"That—hn— feels so good, Hange," your voice was muffled behind your palm, hips rocking over their face, coating their cheeks with your slick, their glasses fogging up with the honeyed arousal. You moved loose hairs from their face, fighting the wet strands as they clung to Hange's skin. "P-please don't fucking stop," you whimpered, gasping, losing control of your hips as you sat pretty on Hange's skilled tongue.
You could feel a coldness on your slit, realising Hange had a tongue piercing you never fucking noticed, the cold metal rubbing over your puffy centre. You leaned back, head hanging back at the chilled sensation, the contrast of Hange's warmth and the cold metal. Hange was struggling to breathe underneath you, clearly enjoying the light suffocation in between your thighs, eyes rolling back as their fingers harshly dug into your ass.
Your fingers travelled down Hange's stomach, reaching back behind you—feeling their abdomen twitch into your hand. Reaching Hange's centre, you rubbed your middle and index finger over their own swollen clit. Moaning as you felt how wet they were, their arousal matching yours in its desperation, Hange's legs spread out to give you better access. Aching for you as you ached for them.
Hange groaned weakly into your centre, lost in the scent, sight and taste of you as you played with their pussy above them, wanting to give them back some of the delectable pleasure they were giving you. Your perked up breasts were bouncing above them with the weight of gravity and the movement of your arm behind you, specks of sweat dripping down your stomach as you started losing rhythm in your hips, quickening up your rocking on their tongue, sometimes their nose would stroke over your clit, driving you further over the edge.
"Ah—fuck, 'm gonna cum," Your voice reached a higher pitch, you bit the back of your hand to stop yourself to shouting, "'m so fuckin' close, Han—gonna cum—fuuck."
Your hips twitched on Hange's face, they eagerly lapped up your arousal as it leaked from your throbbing hole, your release dripping down Hange's chin as they swallowed up what they could, like they were starved. Groaning happily beneath you as your fingers sped up against their clit.
You lifted your pelvis from their face, allowing them to breathe as you turned yourself over to focus on Hange. You placed yourself in between their welcoming, spread legs as they shook against your fingers.
"Fuck—angel.." Hange sighed, eyes closed as your fingers easily slipped inside them, lubricated by their own slick since you came on their tongue. They had been uncomfortably wet ages ago, but they were truly dripping now. Their own hips chased after your hand wretchedly as you curled three fingers against their cervix, rubbing over the squishy spot that had Hange throwing their head into the pillow. Hiding their face and mouth with their tatted wrist, their pelvis grinding into your hand whilst their body rocked from the repeated movements.
You didn't like their face hidden away, obscured by their wrist, so you pulled at it with your free hand, tugging it down until it was trapped on top of their stomach, held down. Hange was crying out, not having a way to cover their face from being restrained, forcing them to expose their expressions as you worked your fingers diligently inside them.
"Shi—ah—keep going, fuck, please—just like that,"
In perfect circumstances, you'd have loved to hear Hange coming undone loudly for you, but right now you needed them to be more quiet, Levi was right in the next room. So, trapping their arm with your chest, you brought your fingers up to their mouth, rubbing over their bottom lip until they split open to suck in your fingers. Their sounds enveloped by your fingers in their mouth, fuck, the sight was heavenly. Your head dropped down, weakly faltering at the scene in front of you.
Hange's arm pushed your head down, moving you forcibly until your face was in front of their heat. The corner of your lips titled into a self-satisfied smirk as you understood what they were asking of you.
"Want my mouth on you, hm?" you teased, fingers still curling into them as Hange hummed, their head feebly nodding, mouth full of your fingers.
Chuckling, you lowered your head, swiping your tongue up their slit, revelling in the minute twitches of Hange's hips. The feeling of your tongue lewdly slurping up their arousal plus your fingers stretching their tight walls in a steady motion, Hange was close to oblivion. Breathlessly gaping down to watch you as you worked hard to please. The deity was in between their thighs, blithely moving your tongue down their pulsing centre.
Their hips faltered, Hange's face stiffening as their eyes rolled back, they were in your heavenly trap— how could ever get out?
"G'na cum for me, Hange?" you mumbled, pussydrunk as Hange's abdomen tightened, their thighs taut against your head, dragging you impossibly closer. You whined into their core as Hange released the pressure of their climax into your mouth.
You popped your other fingers out of Hange's mouth, spreading their saliva around their jaw as they quivered, riding out their saccharine release.
"Fuuck," Hange's whimper was soft, spent, tired out from how hard they came. You sighed as you slipped your fingers out, lapping your digits dry of the droplets of their arousal.
"That's it," you soothed, tranquillising them as you brought your lips up to theirs, hands on their jaw as your naked chests rubbed against each other. Hange looked up at you, their eyes half-lidded as they caught their breath, both of you gazing at each other with unadulterated love in your eyes.
Feeling relatively rejuvenated, Hange's fingers trailed down to the curve of your ass, massaging the skin under your underwear, before ripping it down your thighs. They felt insatiable. Wanted this haze to last as long as possible. You yelped sharply, thinking they were too tired to continue, confused as Hange bent you over, your knees folded on the bed and your ass up.
Hange got into place behind you, caressing down your dimpled spine as their leg nudged you to spread your thighs apart. They ghosted kisses on your skin, hands rubbing over your lower body as they placed a knee in between your legs, teasing your entrance with two fingers.
"Oh, f-fuck," you gasped, head falling down into the mattress to silence yourself as Hange plunged two fingers inside you. There was no need for anymore teasing, you were absolutely dripping. Hange rocked their fingers deep into your cervix, fingertips reaching the back of your walls as your spine curved to let them in even further. A hand met your hip, squeezing the skin as they swung your hips to grind over their knee, stroking your clit as their pretty fingers fucked into you.
Hange thrust their own hips in rhythm with their fingers, imagining that they were fucking you with their strap as a proxy instead of their hands. Getting lost in their own imagination as the skin on your ass recoiled with each hit, you throwing your hips back to meet their thrusts.
"Shit—Hange," you whined, muffling into the blankets as you panted, feeling them move inside you as overstimulation struck. Your clit was so sensitive as it rubbed against their knee. Reaching your arm back, hand flailing for them to grab your hand, craving that extra connection. Hange's hand encompassed your own, gripping it as they didn't relent their movements, holding their chest against your back.
"Fuck, angel—I fuckin' love you," Hange muttered, losing grip on reality and the control over their mouth, not realising what they had just spoken into the universe. You clenched at Hange's words, tight walls sucking in their fingers as you trembled.
"Hange—hn, I love you, fuck,"
"Could be in this pussy forever, 's just fuckin' perfect," Hange drawled, more kisses at the back of your neck and you lost it. Mouth hanging open, you squirted all over the bed and Hange's knee, forcing out their fingers with a pop.
You stilled underneath them, catching your breath back as Hange kissed you through it. Turning your body to the side, in a daze, you met eyes. Truly fucked out.
Hange fell beside you, caressing your sides as you snuggled into their chest.
"Think we were too loud?"
"Hope not," you muttered, "He's a heavy sleeper," Hange chuckled at your answer. They hadn't quite come to the realisation that they had just fucked their best friend's sister into next week, breaking the one promise Levi ever held Hange to, not wanting to think about the consequences.
"You said you loved me," you whispered hesitantly, eyes closing against their heaving chest. A little fearful of bringing it up in case it was just a heat of the moment thing, but since they said it, you couldn't stop thinking about it.
Hange stilled, feeling embarrassed that they uttered something like that during sex, they wouldn't have been as embarrassed about it if it wasn't true.
"I mean—I.. didn't lie,"
"You love me?" You looked up, it was hard to miss the way your doe eyes lightened up, specks of hope glimmering in them. Just like that, Hange's embarrassment dissipated.
"Yes, angel, I've loved you for a while," Hange moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, placing a kiss on your forehead. Biting your lip, you tried to withhold the smile that threatened to break out, failing miserably.
"I, I love you, too, Hange."
—
A week had passed, and Levi was none the wiser to the debauchery that took place in your bedroom that morning. Good, you thought, you weren't ready to tell him yet. You and Hange were in a good place, you didn't want Levi finding out and ruining everything.
Needless to say, you guys had begun secretly seeing each other. Hurried, covert kisses between you whenever he left the room. You couldn't help it, you were addicted, taking every chance you got to feel Hange against you. It'd been years waiting for this, there was no way you could go without it now. It wasn't like you could get much time by yourselves, anyway, you had to take what you could get and be grateful for it.
Dating Hange changed pretty much everything about your relationship, you were so much more comfortable around each other. That high-strung sexual tension that hung over both of you over the last few years had subsided, leaving space for an actual relationship to form where you could talk in comfort, behaving more normally around each other. That wasn't to say you didn't still want to fuck Hange's brains out, you just hadn't had a chance since that day, Levi was always hovering. You'd say he was more suspicious than usual, but why?
If he had heard anything that day, neither of you would be alive to tell the tale. He would've walked right in and killed you both on the spot. You felt like you'd been pretty inconspicuous, too, not saying anything out of the ordinary to Hange and not being touchy in front of him. Perhaps you may have been hanging around them more than usual, but would that be so suspicious?
Surely not, right?
You were craving some more alone time with Hange, wishing Levi would fuck off somewhere and leave you to it. You'd be ready to jump their bones at any given moment.
So when Levi left to go buy groceries for tonight's Hange was supposed to fixing something that had fucked up on their console. Hange's good at fixing things, often being tasked with doing so around the house. Trying to mask your excitement, not waiting to bait yourself out— you went up to your room. Waitied until Levi had got in his car and drove off before you messaged Hange to come upstairs.
Within seconds, Hange entered your room, giggling nervously as you pushed them up against the bedroom door, locking your lips on theirs.
"Hello to you, too," Hange chuckled, their slender hands grasping the sides of your head, getting the hint, as you slipped your tongue into their mouth. Hange moaning into the kiss as you slipped their shirt off, exposing their torso so you could bend your head and pop their nipple into your mouth. Rolling your tongue over the peak as Hange tightened their grip on you.
"Don't have much time, need you—now." you ordered, grabbing a hold of Hange's belt loops and dragging your bodies to the bed. Hange straddled over you as you made out in comfort, not worrying about volume for once. Hange unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down to your ankles as you whimpered sweetly against their lips. The kiss was fiery, both feeling pent up and looking for mutual release, craving each other so badly. No more hesitation unlike the first time.
You unbuttoned your shirt, leaving it hanging open revealing your stomach and breasts, your hands coming to massage your own nipples as Hange gaped down at you, eyes darkening.
"I have something for you," you panted, eyes lidded as you smirked impishly, a mischievous glint in your eyes that intrigued Hange. You reached down below the bed, opening a box and pulling out a long, thick strap, nibbling on your lower lip as Hange stared incredulously at the toy in your hand.
"Don't you wanna fuck me with it, Hange?" the tone of your voice was too enticing, too seductive as you rubbed your fingers over the silicone. Hange tensed up, watching you tease them with it before passing it into their clasp. Trying to ignore the deep stir swirling in their core, with illicit images of you bouncing on their strap swirling around at the forefront of their mind. Hange rushed to prop it over their legs, tightening the straps around their hips and upper thighs.
"You're gonna be the death of me, angel," Hanged sighed, hands clutching your pillowy thighs. They could feel their pulse thumping in their ears with desire, eager to use the new toy on you. Not unlike you, who'd been itching to show it to your partner as soon as you got it.
"Couldn't sleep last night, Hange, couldn't stop thinking of you fucking me with it," you whined, as Hange's fingers teased your clit with soft touches, lips tilting up at your lewd words.
"That right, angel?" you nodded, "Been touching yourself thinking about it?"
"Fuck, yes.. tried to finger myself to get off, but t'wasn't the same," you huffed, feeling yourself get drenched by your own words, "can't reach as deep as you,"
Hange groaned, sucking your nipple into their mouth as they stroked your clit. You were throbbing, the last few days of fantasising left you feeling needy as fuck. Hange slid two fingers into your slick entrance, letting out a deep moan at how wet you were, at the way your pussy just sucked them right in like they were always meant to be there.
Your eyes fell shut as Hange scissored their fingers against your squishy walls, savouring the stretch to prepare you for the strap. Raising your hand to your mouth, you licked a stripe up your palm and lowered your hand to rub the silicone as it hung from Hange's hips. Hange's head fell down, watching dumbly as you rubbed your hand over it as if it were Hange's actual flesh. You'd swear they could actually feel it, too, the way their mouth split open and their breaths grew heavy. The way it provoked them to remove their fingers and edge the silicone tip over your folds, spreading your own slick all over your pulsing pussy.
"Hange—just put it in, please," You tried to push against it, feeling how Hange was separating your folds apart to lubricate the tip, "'ve been so good,"
Hange chuckled as they saw how ruined you were without them even doing anything. Slowly, they pushed the strap through your entrance, "You have been so good, baby," they pushed up until it were completely buried inside you.
"'n you're g'na take me so well, aren't you, angel?", you were filled to the brim, tears rimming your eyes as you rutted your hips into Hange's, "G'na take every single inch of me, aren't you?"
"Fuck—fuck, yes, Hange," you cried out, not withholding the volume of your moans as Hange began to thrust the silicone deep inside you, hitting the sensitive spot at the very back, "'Y're so fucking deep, f-feels so damn good,"
Hange grabbed your hips, using it as a stabiliser to thrust the strap in and out, your breasts bouncing as your body rocked, whimpering as the familiar ball in your abdomen tightened. Hange stared down at where the silicone disappeared inside your puffed folds, their expressions contorting when it'd come out soaked, with a little white ring of your cum forming around the base.
"Look so fucking good like this, all filled up, shit—and all mine," Hange rasped, fingers left marks on your legs as they swung the silicone deeper inside you. They bent down to lick your nipple, teeth latching around the pebbled peak as your back arched into them.
"All yours—ngh—don't fucking stop," Your arms wrapped around Hange's neck, keeping them close to your body as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs slackened around their waist, short nails scratching at Hange's back as the pressure hitting against your cervix got overwhelming.
"W'na see you come all over my cock, fuck,"
The pressure tightened and tightened until your legs were squeezing around Hange, pulling them into you as you released, salacious whines slipping from your pretty lips. Hange moaned with you, sated that they could finally indulge in the libertine noises rolling off your tongue.
"That's it, fuckin' soak it," they muttered, "that's a good girl,"
Hange talked you through it as you came, gushing your slick all over their strap, effectively drenching your lower bodies. They pulled the silicone from your walls, the strap was lathered in your slick.
Your thighs trembled, coming down from your high, as Hange brought the strap to your lips, nudging your mouth open to lick it clean. You lapped up your own mess, Hange watching you intently whilst your tongue skimmed over the plastic. That awoke something in them, something they'd definitely mention next time, you already looked too spent.
Hange affectionally gave you kisses all over your face, praising you for being so good, that you took them so, so well.
"Y'sound divine when you come for me," they mumbled against your neck, those pretty sounds would be imprinted in their brain forever.
"Hange..." you covered your eyes, embarrassed at how loud you had been.
"No point being shy now, my love."
"Ugh," you chuckled, "We should get cleaned up,"
Hange got up and grabbed a towel from your wardrobe, drying your inner thighs off and wherever else you'd leaked your own slick on, before drying their own legs. You both re-clothed yourselves, freshening up and fixing hairstyles to look as if nothing happened. Levi shouldn't be back yet, anyway, you were in the clear for now.
Making your way downstairs, Hange trailing behind you on the stairs, you laughed amongst yourselves. However, that laughter died out immediately as you spotted Levi stood in your living room with his arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on his face.
The atmosphere very suddenly changed, the smile on your face dropped and Hange averted their eyes from their best friend, unable to look him in the eye, putting their hands into their pockets. The shamed guilt was written all over their face.
"Uh—" you tried breaking the silence, but the words got caught in your throat, Levi's glare was too haunting. There was no way in hell he didn't just hear you two fucking, and watched silently as you and Hange ignorantly made your blissful way downstairs. Your heart dropped, tears brimming your eyes as you waited for him to speak. Knowing that the peaceful bubble you and Hange had been in was about to be nastily ripped open.
"Well?" He finally spoke, eyes landing between you and Hange expectantly, "You got nothing to say?"
That last part was targeted especially towards Hange, who lifted their head to look at their best friend for the first time since both came down.
"Levi, I-I'm sorry—" Hange was trying so hard not to cry, "I didn't mean to break the promise, I'm sorry, it just—"
"Levi, stop this madness—we're both adults and I love Hange. You don't need to make them grovel and feel like shit," You bit out, sure, you felt a little bad, but this was way over the top. You weren't doing anything wrong. Neither was Hange.
"You love Hange?" He spat out, face tensing.
"Fuck's sake, yes! And for the record, the feeling is mutual, okay, we're dating— it's not like we're just fucking around for the hell of it."
"I see,"
"I know the promise means a lot to you, Lev," Hange stepped a little closer to you, and your gaze softened as they braved out a little smile at you, "But.. this is different,"
Levi stared at the both of you, almost apathetic. He looked down and sighed, tutting, "I knew this was gonna fucking happen,"
"Levi—"
"Stop, I'm... not angry." He rubbed two fingers over his nose bridge, "It's just a little weird, seeing it. Hearing it is a different matter, I'm gonna need fucking therapy for that,"
Hange cheeks burned, he could've just omitted the fact that he heard it, we all know he did, was voicing it out loud necessary?
"You're not mad?"
"I'm annoyed that you both lied to me, but I get it," he shrugged, "Just.. please be quiet from now on? And for the love of god if you have any arguments—don't come to me, I really don't wanna know."
This is, by far, my favorite Hange fic to date. This was so fucking good! I loved the whole idea of this in general and watching the way it all played out was just incredible.
Of course they’re both oblivious to the other liking them! But god! The admissions, the first kiss, all of it! Pure perfection!
➳ categories: college au, female reader
➳ warnings: nsfw (top hange, afab reader, cunnilingus)
➳ word count: 1.8k
➳ summary: Hange wakes up next to a pretty girl in bed.
➳ notes: made in the A.M. was my favorite one direction album so why not use it as a fic title lolol
➳ cross-posted on ao3
Hange awakens to a dark room when a cool breeze glides over their skin. As they stare into nothingness, they reach over to their bedside table, feeling for their cellphone to check the time.
Their mobile lights up. Through blurry eyes, Hange tries to make out the words that flash on the screen.
'4:34 AM'.
They put the device back down. They pull themselves to a seated position on their bed, then reach out to the bedside table once more to turn on a lamp.
Their corner of the room illuminates a faint orange glow. Hange leans on the headboard, still half-awake, before noticing the presence that had been beside them all along.
You sleep soundly with your body turned to them, strands of hair partly covering your face. You're bare naked under the sheets just like them, the sight of your shape and the cleavage of your breasts serving as gentle reminders of last night's events. While the grogginess remains, Hange vividly remembers how the two of you got yourselves into this situation—from making out after a failed tutorial attempt to stumbling over to the bed, from undressing you swiftly to fucking you roughly, they remember it all too well.
It doesn't take long for you to stir awake, sensing the brightness of the lamp that disturbs your peace. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is Hange's naked torso before averting your gaze to their face.
Hange pats your head, then plays with your hair.
"What time is it?"
"Around quarter to five," they say. You snuggle into Hange's pillow as they continue their gentle touches. "How's your body?"
"Probably sore." You shrug. "I won't know unless I move, but... you weren't the nicest, you know?"
Hange chuckles as an answer. They can't necessarily apologize since you enjoyed it so much and it was your incessant begging that drove them to that degree. It was a night that you two had always looked forward to, so all sores were deeply wanted.
"Get some sleep." You shake your head. "No? Class doesn't start until 10."
"But why are you up?" You pull yourself to a seated position, covering your chest with the blanket. Hange's hand falls from your head to your shoulder, their hand warm on your bare skin.
"Just woke up randomly, that's all," they say. It's the truth—their body clock has been shitty since midterms season, and as much as they want to keep it secret, the night with you has been the longest time they've slept in months.
You lean on the headboard, the blanket uncovering your feet and Hange's as you pull the sheet up to your face. When you move your body, you feel a sore on your thighs, arms, and back that triggers a gasp of pain. Memories flood your head, prompting a shyness from you that shouldn't even be there to begin with. Hange is no stranger, but damn it, why is it so nerve-wracking to be around them?
They notice your predicament. After all, that's what they always do; scientists have an eye for detail and Hange is not far off from that archetype. Their intelligence surpasses many others' and it so happens that they're bright in the romance department as well. They have it all—god, they have it all—which makes them so irresistible.
They can make you crumble in a matter of seconds, like now.
"Baby."
Their hand slides to your jaw, then your cheek, which they caress with a finger. Your stomach turns in excitement, but you suppress a reaction.
Baby, really? It's not your favorite nickname, but it's endearing when it comes from Hange. They're addicting, so addicting.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" They ask.
"Just a bit," you admit. Hange turns on their side to face you, placing a hand on your jaw before seductively tracing random patterns on your skin. Your core clenches. You feel it coming—Hange's in the mood for it, and you would be lying if you said you weren't, too. "Hange…"
"I can help you soothe that."
Leaning into their hand, you decide to roll over to their side, inevitably feeling the ache in your legs. Hange wraps an arm around you and hoists you on top of them, then instructs you to straddle their waist. Their mind goes numb upon watching the sheet fall off your body, your skin so beautiful and tits so tight.
Hange kisses you. You respond with a kiss back, moaning softly into their mouth to let them know you're in for more. When they come back for another kiss, you dodge their lips to attack their neck, a move that effectively surprises them that they tighten their grip on your waist, dragging your body closer to theirs.
A prideful smirk laces your kisses, a trail beginning from their jaw down to their clavicle, which Hange judges is enough free control as they peel your lips away before you could go down any further. They kiss you instead to put you back in your place, regaining their control before they fuck you—but you grind down on them in response, and an idea comes to mind.
"It would be bad to stuff you again since you're already sore enough," they pause in between a heated kiss and their eyes go down at your pussy, a sight that causes them to smirk, "but you can always sit on my face?"
Last night, Hange didn't bother eating you out once they had their mind settled on splitting you apart on their strap, but they're sure to taste you this time around. They tap your hips and motion for you to lift your legs, so that they could scoot down the bed and position themselves under your sore pussy and get to tasting you. Embarrassment settles on your cheeks as you look down at Hange, their hungry eyes peering up at you.
"Come on, sit on my face." Their arms wrap around your thighs and they tug your limbs so you could get closer to them, but you resist. "What's the matter?"
"I-I just—" Hange waits patiently, a reaction that relieves you. "How, um, how will you breathe?"
They smirk. You probably never had your pussy eaten out before or you simply never had ridden anyone else like this. Either way, it's a fair question, Hange thinks, since they most likely wouldn't be able to breathe that well anyway, and it would be a bad idea to freak you out mid-intercourse.
"It's part of the experience, my dear," they say. "Anyway, you don't have to worry. You got me, right?"
You nod. Hange promises to signal you if they ever want you off of them, and with no worries holding you back, you sink into their awaiting tongue.
A sigh passes your lips upon feeling their warmth. Hange takes it slow at first, giving a few licks to test the waters, before digging right in and pressing their face into your pussy harder. Their tongue digs into your entrance every so often in a rhythmic manner before gliding it across your dripping pussy to swill your juices. Hange repeats the action in a way that drives you crazy, the rhythm so good that you don't want it to stop.
You gently rock your hips into their face when their nose hits your clit, wanting to relieve the strained feeling and lack of touch in the area. Hange notices your eagerness and uses one hand to spread your legs wider. You obey out of pleasure. Their lips detach from your hole to suck on your clit, and you get lost in the feeling once again. Hange is soft at it before becoming rougher, hungrier, and more passionate, something reminiscent of last night's events when they fucked you ruthlessly into the bed.
Their two hands anchoring your thighs move closer to your cunt with light touches. Hange stretches the skin on your inner thighs as their tongue moves in between your clit and your opening. An urge to cum emerges in your gut, but you resist.
"Fuck, fuck me like that," you beg in a low tone, eyes shut tight as a response to their work on your cunt. You imagine the different other things that Hange could do to your pussy, which help your building orgasm. "Oh god, you're crazy."
With a sly grin, they tap on your thigh to catch your attention. You look down at Hange whose mouth and nose drip of slick. Maintaining eye contact, you watch them slightly withdraw their head from your cunt before spitting on your wet hole and spreading apart your lips with an experimental touch. Hange accepts your moaning as a sign to continue, so they waste no time mixing their spit into your cum to create something they could lap up again.
Your hands clutch free strands of Hange's hair as they begin yet another rhythm on your hole. You follow them with the rocking of your hips, riding what you can in a needy attempt to bring back the pleasure of release at the pit of your stomach.
Hange eats you so good—"so fucking good, Hange"—that you inevitably bounce on their tongue following the rhythm they created. You feel the heat at your stomach again, the urge to orgasm coming back quickly as you bounce hotly on them. With each bounce, your hands maneuver on their hair to tighten your grip on it while your mouth opens to a string of curses: "fuck, fuck— Hange, Hange—"
"Good— good girl," they say in between bounces. Hange stills you seconds later so they could focus on your pussy, their tongue working quickly to send you over the edge.
You crumble in a matter of seconds. Hange notes the gasp you let out as a sign of your orgasm. They feel your warm cum on their tongue and another wave of gentle rocking of your hips. They allow you to ride through your release, while they catch their breath.
You get off them once you've come down. Hange runs a hand through their hair and covers their eyes with the other.
Leaning toward them, you kiss them by surprise, uncaring of the mess on their lips. Hange groans when you swipe your tongue on their bottom lip to taste your juice. They pull you closer to them, only breaking the kiss once it's hard to breathe.
They wipe their mouth with the back of their hand, taking a mental note to shower before going back to bed. You rest your head on their chest.
"What's one thing you can't do, Hange Zoë?" They chuckle. They tidy your hair and pat their work.
"I hope you feel better," they respond. You can imagine the smirk dancing across their lips as they refer to last night's sores. You nod weakly. "I think I'm going to clean up. Are you coming?"
You come with them in the shower, after which you get back to bed quickly. Hange promises to wake you in a few hours and you drift off to sleep in their arms.
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