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Coming back from an expedition beyond the walls was no easy task, after being chased by two abnormals and almost losing the very essence of your life, you decided it was time for a well-deserved break.
Upon your return, the focus was on running yourself a bath, with as much hot water as the old pipes would allow. The desire to scrub the grime of your body was too strong to simply place yourself straight to bed. The responsibility of a Squad Leader was heavy, and you thanked the walls that you and your team had all returned in one piece (whether happy or not was debatable), your overall mood would have been much different if there had been any casualties.
Sinking into the warm water, you sighed, resting your head against the wall of the tub, mulling over the day. You had made a stupid mistake today, miscalculating which direction the Abnormal would go, and it almost cost you your leg. Worst case scenario, it would've cost you your life, and your team's.
You had been in the Survey Corps for a while, you remembered your parents reaction when you told them you wished to join the soldiers as a child. You remember the way their faces fell, horrified and confused, as they tried their hardest to talk you out of it. It never worked. Clearly, your death wish must've started early in youth—though, to you, if you were forced to live in fear regardless, you might as well fight back in fear, right? At least then you'd be somewhat more prepared, more able to control it. Your parents never understood this, they died still not understanding this. Not even when it was their turn for that fear to overcome them. Not even when the Titans ripped their bodies apart, limb from limb.
It was hard to find reason in this universe, even harder to find motivation for that reason— a constant losing battle. You joined the Corps as a young cadet with a dimmed light in their eyes. Downed by the cards life had handed, like many others before you, and surely for many others after you. As an adult, you had made your way through the Corps, proving yourself as a capable fighter and moving up the ranks, to where you now led your own squad.
Shutting your eyes, you let the water relax your body, loosening the muscles down your spine and arms. From the open door in your quarters that separated the bed and the bathroom, a knock rapped at the main door of your room. You sighed.
Can't catch a break, huh.
A voice rang out from the walls, presumably one of the recent recruits as they lacked the strength in their voice that was usually attributed to the higher-ups.
"Uh— The Commander has need of you," A man spoke, the tiredness that was etched over his voice made you realise just how late your squad had actually returned to base. Not like the Commander actually cared, 'It's 1pm somewhere!' They'd joke, completely disregarding or just oblivious that other humans actually preferred to sleep at nightfall, and not work.
You chuckled at the thought, truthfully, you had missed Hange whilst you were away. Their easygoing nature was a welcomed contrast to the usual effect that constant death and destruction had on the people in the Corps. Reason had been hard to find, and you hadn't expected it to come in the form of a person almost eight years your senior.
Responding an affirmative to the poor soul that Hange had ordered to come collect you, you quickly scrubbed off as much dirt as you could, before re-clothing yourself and making your way out of the door.
On your way down the halls, your thoughts returned back to Hange. You had known each other since Hange was also a Squad Leader, being significantly older than you, Hange had since been promoted to Commander, having been deemed formidable and experienced enough. It fit them, you thought, they were more than capable. Strategic, thoughtful and strong, valiant and domineering when they had to be. Personally, you preferred the lesser intense responsibility of Squad Leader, you couldn't imagine anything worse than that much responsibility of leadership. It was clear that it had taken a bit of a toll on Hange, though they tried hard to convince everyone otherwise with their usually bubbly demeanour. Unfortunately for Hange, though, you knew each other too well.
It was a comfortably formed friendship, Hange too lovable a person to simply not enjoy being in their presence. Their friendliness was kind of forced upon you in hindsight, as it was rare for you to open yourself up for friendships. Kinda risky to get attached when they could be ripped from you at any moment. Yet, Hange made it so, so easy. They would frequently come into your room at night, you'd share some wine, sharing silly anecdotes, exchanging theories about the Titans. Soon enough, you were borderline inseparable. The respect you held for Hange stayed with you over these years, never faltering.
The eager light in their eyes only comparable to the brightest supernovas in the wider galaxies, or perhaps, even a black hole, as they sucked you into their universe before you could even notice. You admired Hange's light, and you began to enjoy the way their light began to reflect upon you. Brightening up what would be otherwise extremely dark matter. Their personality effervescent, kind and curious, radiating to everyone they came across.
You reached the Commander's door, not bothering to knock as you allowed yourself entry into their room. Hange was hunched over a desk, illuminated only by a single oil lamp placed on the edge of the wood. It's flickers casting shadows over Hange's face. How they could even see or read anything with that pathetic light, you had no clue.
"Just letting yourself in?" Hange joked, the corner of their lips tilting up as they lifted their head, glancing over at you before turning back to their work, finishing off the last few sentences they were writing.
"Of course," You scoffed, "Seeing as I was so rudely ordered to come see you,"
"Hey! It's been a few days, I have a lot to update you on!" Hange defended, finally allowing the clutch their work had on them to be released. Leaning back against their chair, they dropped the pen from their grasp. Fond, brown eyes giving you their undivided attention, a hard feat for most, for sure.
"Jeez, if you missed me that badly, you could've just said," You tutted lightheartedly, walking closer and leaning against the desk, the wood digging into the back of your thighs.
"Well, yes— but, there are updates," Hange stood and wrapped built arms around your waist, their crossed wrists tightening around your figure as they hugged you.
"So you admit, you did miss me," You chuckled, squeezing your own arms around Hange's shoulders in return.
"Not the point, okay?" Hange's muffled voice reverberated against the crook of your neck, a place you often found Hange in, they were very... affectionate. Something that took some getting used to, at first - unaccustomed to such friendly tenderness. You remember the first time Hange playfully wrapped their arm around your shoulders, you had been rendered so disgustingly rigid that Hange straight up just laughed at you, you grimaced at the amount of teasing you got that day. Now, though, you couldn't imagine proceeding through life without Hange's physical comfort. Sometimes things change for the better, you thought.
Biting back a teasing remark, you allowed yourself to just sit in the embrace for a moment. After all, who knows what could happen the next day, right? At least, that's what you told yourself.
"I'm glad you're safe," Hange mumbled, nudging their head further into your neck. You sighed as your eyes fell shut, leaning your head against theirs, trying to ignore the pacing heartbeat in your chest. This was normal, yet, your reaction was anything but. Sure, perhaps your friendship was a lot more co-dependent than most— perhaps your touches lingered on each other for a little bit too long over the years, perhaps when you locked eyes, the contact wouldn't break as quickly as it would with other people. Perhaps no one else made your heart skip over the way that Hange did.
You blamed Hange. It's certainly not as if you were like this with anyone else. Hange made you soft.
Your hands flattened themselves on Hange's shoulders. Brows furrowing at the firmness beneath your hands, Hange's entire trapezius being unduly hardened.
"You been lifting rocks or something? Why are you so stiff?" Subconsciously, your fingers dug into their skin, evaluating just how far the rigid muscle beneath their skin went.
"Hey—that kinda hurts," Hange complained, shoulder hiking up as you poked them.
"Yeah, no shit, just how much work has Erwin been making you do?"
A groan from Hange followed, as they removed their head from your neck, pulling away from the hug and stood back. They sat themselves back into their chair once again, huffing as they rubbed the bridge of their nose with their fingers.
"A lot,"
"And I presume you've not been taking care of yourself... again,"
"I don't need to be scolded, I'm your superior,"
Hange loved to use the Commander card. Only whipping it out as a last resort when they knew you were right, especially when it came to you fussing over their health.
"Well, maybe, my superior should take a nap," You crossed your arms, raising your eyebrows at them, used to their defensive antics. Hange was notoriously bad at taking care of themselves, often disregarding sleep, food and even their hygiene, at times. Prioritising their work, research and deadlines each time over themselves. It worried you, fearing that they'd crash eventually.
Sighing, they spoke again, "I can't, Erwin's already on my case, there's two more full-length reports to be done, plus written notes on the recent experiments, and—"
"Let me stop you there, have you eaten?"
"I—well, no."
"When's the last time you slept?"
Hange sighed again, rolling their eyes at your persistence.
"Probably... like, two days ago..."
"Hange!"
"What?!"
"Do you not see the issue?" For someone so intelligent, they really surprised you sometimes, "I mean, no wonder—your muscles are literally screaming for a break,"
Hange glanced to the side, scratching the skin of their neck sheepishly. Muttering a quiet, "There's just so much to do,"
"And you can still do it! But you still need a breather,"
Hange was quiet, knowing better than to continue with the facade that the workload wasn't incredibly crippling with you. You could always see right through them, Hange thought, both a blessing and a curse.
Sighing you pushed yourself off their desk, the wood had cut into your skin long enough, forcing tingly numbness to start spreading down your legs. The candlelight flickered more with your movements against the table. Hange looked at you, wordlessly, their expression vague. You detailed their features, softened by the flickers of light, which reflected off their glasses, emphasising the warm brown of their eyes. Strands of thick hair trailing down their cheeks. Beautiful, truly.
Breaking contact, you looked down, clearing your throat and fiddling with the skin around your nails. "I worry about you,"
"I know," Hange responded, voice tight yet soft. You lifted yourself off, returning the weight back on your legs as you moved yourself behind Hange's chair. Wrapping your arms around their shoulders and resting your head on the top of theirs, observing the numerous amounts of overwhelming pages scattered all over the desk. Hange's shoulders felt rigid under your touch, stiff and taut.
"You're working yourself to death, Hange."
"There's nothing I can do about that right now," Hange huffed underneath you. Your fingers began running over their shoulders, a weak attempt at softening the strained muscle underneath.
You thought for a second, fingers tentatively lingering on their stiff shoulders. "Can I help?"
The lack of response prompted you to continue, "If you insist on still working, at least let me massage you a little whilst you do it,"
With Hange's back to you, you failed to see the way their eyes had widened, as they swallowed a choked gasp. With their back turned, covered by the darkness of the room, you failed to catch the way their cheeks reddened, a hot warmth over their face at the idea of you performing something so intimate on them, the heartbeat in their chest quickened up.
"I-I can't possibly make you do that,"
"You're not making me do anything, I'm offering," You chuckled, lifting your head from the top of theirs, "Please, let me help you."
"Okay," Hange murmured—begrudgingly, you had assumed, rubbing their nose bridge tightly. They continued writing down the report, neck bent down, adamant on proceeding with their work.
"You know," you hummed, bringing your lips to their ear, "If you lit more candles, you wouldn't need to get so close to the papers," You laughed, gently forcing their neck so it was upright, failing to see the gulp that travelled down Hange's throat as you grabbed the back of their head and directed it into proper posture. An uneasy feeling of anticipation made its way down their spine and into their stomach. Hange had tried so hard to suppress all of their physical responses to you throughout the years, but you being stood behind them, moving their head at your will— it was difficult continuing to lie to themselves about the way they felt.
You began rubbing your hands along their shoulders, over their shirt. Your fingers working diligently over the bundled knots of tension that had built up.
"Shut up," Hange whispered, voice growing breathy as they felt your fingers rubbing the skin through the fabric of their shirt. Hange tried to continue writing, they really did, but their mind was losing its apt focus as it kept wandering back to your hands, to the soft and tender way you moved along their shoulders, a contrast to their stiffness. Your subtle breaths reaching the back of their neck.
Their penmanship growing shakier as it was harder to grip the pen and continue writing, Hange cursed themselves, you should be working! Stop being perverted.
Your hands travelled up to the nape of their neck, onto bare skin where the shirt collar didn't quite reach. The gentle, breezing touches combined with the light pressure against their neck near the strands of their hair meant that Hange couldn't hide the exhale that escape their lips as your movements caused shudders down their spine, leaning back into your touch. Fuck—okay.
"This okay?" You asked, voice breaking the tense silence that now sat between you.
"Uh, y-yeah." Hange sighed, eyes fluttering shut as they dropped the pen, deciding to just let the sensation wash over them, plucking off their glasses and placing them on the table. "It's nice,"
"Good,"
Smiling, you continued, happy that they were finally relaxing, dragging your hands down as you noticed the lack of work Hange was finally doing.
Meanwhile, Hange was hypersensitive to your actions, chest rising and sinking as they felt their pulse beat within their ears. A shameful, needy, urging feeling began to flow down their stomach.
Hands continued massaging their muscles, trailing down their spine, Hange's breath hitched, back twitching, as you moved back up to their neck. Hange's head fell back, eyes screwed shut now, as they allowed your hands to go where they wanted.
"D-don't stop," Hange ordered, even though there was a severe lack of authority in their voice, and more of a pleading tone to it.
"Wouldn't dream of it," You tried to remain professional, trying to not take advantage of the situation but you couldn't deny that Hange's visceral reaction to this was a little beyond normal.
It was hard to ignore the hitches in their breathing, the almost inaudible gasps that slipped out from between their lips. It caught you off guard, seeing someone usually so domineering and commanding in their career, reduced to wordless gasps and squirming in their chair. Almost borderline submissive, to your touch. An impish part of you enjoyed it.
Your mind was sinking to bad places, indecent images spurred on by Hange's little, breathy gasps. Don't go there, you thought. Moving your hands again, you pressed a little harder against their skin, the muscles already feeling looser.
You didn't expect what happened next, mind blanking as Hange let out a longer moan, louder than both of you expected as your hands came to a quick halt against them. Hange's eyes flicking open as they were forced back to reality by their own voice.
There was momentary silence, neither of you could move, Hange felt like offing themselves. Sitting in the silence, they knew you heard, how could you not have? Their heavy breathing became nervous pants.
"I-I'm sorry," They exhaled out, not really knowing how to proceed, mortified.
"It's alright," You breathed, hands resuming the massage, feeling a pulsing ache in your core. Unable to stop mentally replaying the moment in your head.
"It just feels... really good," Hange mumbled, trying to escape the hole they had dug for themselves, yet by continuing to speak whilst your hands still melted over their skin, it was as if you had just personally handed them an even bigger shovel. Their voice gave them away, despite their best efforts, a betrayal, truthfully.
"Sounded like it," You jested, trying to lighten Hange's embarrassment—it didn't help, their cheeks heating up so much that it was a hot wave travelling throughout their body. They were a hot mess, embarrassed and disgustingly turned on. Dampness pooling in their underwear. The air was different now, tense—charged and dynamic.
You tilted your head closer to them, lips ghosting over the skin of their ear, shivers trailing down their neck as you whispered.
"You just need someone to take care of you, hm?"
At this, Hange blanked, head falling into you, leaning against your stomach as your fingers travelled up their neck to where their jaw connected. Hange allowing you to freely angle their head up slightly to where you could meet eyes. You wouldn't have traded that sight for anything— parted lips made wet by their tongue briefly glossing over their bottom lip, pupils blown black as your gazes connected.
"Want me to take care of you, Hange?" Your voice was low, tentative as you gave them an out, to put an end to this now, if they wanted.
A soft breath from Hange, closing their eyes before nodding.
"Fuck, please."
Humming, you started to press gentle kisses down their neck, the skin soft against your lips. Hange's head held in place by your hands, letting you direct them however you wanted. The placement of your lips was getting lower and lower with each peck, reaching near their clavicle as you lightly bit into the skin, sucking and rolling your tongue over the violet marks that were now bruising against their paler skin.
Hange's reign over their mouth was weakening, breathy moans slipping out again, still a little hesitant to fully vocalise the cloud of lust that was beginning to make them hazy.
"Don't stop on my account," you teased, wanting to hear every little noise Hange made, it was like a sweet melody, falling against your ears.
"Don't joke," Hange groaned, the embarrassment of their needy disposition returning. You chuckled, lifting yourself away from Hange momentarily before grabbing a hold of the chair leg. You pulled on it, dragging the chair around so Hange was now facing you, and you could freely gaze upon their pleading features.
Hange looked at you, eyes half-lidded and lips plump from biting. There was subtle tilt of their head, so subtle you almost thought you imagined it in the darkness of the room, their lips almost inching closer to yours as they studied the plumpness of your lips.
"Want me to kiss you, Hange?"
"Y-yes," Voice breaking as you inched closer to their lips, you could feel your heartbeat pound at Hange's eagerness, further fuelling your own wretched desire. Hands placed at either side just below Hange's ears, you finally connected lips. Eyes closing as you moulded into each other, tightening your grip on the line of their jaw.
Hange pulled your body closer, almost making you fall into their lap as your tongue swiped across their bottom lip, asking for more access. Hange's lips split open, instantly allowing you in as your tongue poked into their mouth. Hange softly groaned against your lips, forcing your legs to straddle over their lap as their hands placed themselves on your waist, squeezing your sides with an electric grip. Their mind reeling and heart ecstatic from the fact that you were actually kissing, countless thoughts and dreams of this very moment had haunted them throughout their life, keeping them awake on night's they actually attempted to sleep. The longing for your touches too much to bear. If you thought Hange was the supernovas in the outer universe, Hange thought you were the Moon. Shining bright, lighting the way, keeping them stably grounded, controlling the tide that constantly pulled them back to you.
Meanwhile, you could die happy tomorrow, you thought. Now that you had been able to taste Hange's sweet lips against your own. Your core was pulsing, feeling egged on by Hange rutting their hips against yours, as you let out your own moans into the heated kiss. Deciding to press a knee in between their legs and nibbling down on their bottom lip. Teeth gently pulled, dragging out the supple skin to expose part of their bottom teeth. Pulling away from the connection to catch a breath.
"Need you," Hange whimpered, breathlessly, leaning their forehead against yours as their hips pathetically rolled into your knee. "Please,"
"Yeah?" Your knee rolled against their clothed centre, wetting your lip, watching as Hange's features twisted, "How bad?"
Hange's pressed themselves against your knee, chasing the sensation on their own. "So bad, please," The sweet whimpers continued, "N-needed you since I met you, f-fuck," It was as if their own words were wrecking them, breathlessly exhaling as the pressure against their clothed clit continued.
You faltered, so turned on by their words you could hardly think. It's been mutual this whole time?
"Fuck, Hange," You groaned, pushing your lips against theirs again, pausing now and then to get your words out, "Why didn't you say anything? I've wanted you for so long, fuck.".
"Why didn't you say anything?" Came Hange's breathy retort, whining at the realisation that you were both idiots. Hange's hands grabbed your face, pulling you into another kiss, like you both couldn't get enough of each other's touches. You didn't answer, too caught up in the moment to properly articulate the pure relief you felt at the admissions. Both your heads reeling as you were craving lips pressing against lips.
You placed your hands tighter around Hange's head, fingers tangling through the loose strands of their hair. Hange was whining into the kiss, the sounds reaching your ears through to the rest of your body, your own centre swelling as you rolled your hips over Hange's thigh, your knee still rubbing against them. Hange's hands weakly fell to the curve of your ass, fingers roughly digging into the muscle through the layer of your pants.
Separating your lips, you ghosted kisses down their neck again, you could almost see the goosebumps raise down Hange's neck. Hange was beyond pliable at this point, head lolling down to grant you easy access.
"P-please," Hange's voice was desperate, breathless and raspy as their hips rolled in an open attempt to lead you to finally touch them properly. To do something, anything.
"Gotta tell me what you want then, baby," Your own voice wasn't any better, matching Hange's own desperation. You were absolutely drenched against Hange's thigh, the last few minutes of grinding up on each other made your ears ring.
"Your fingers," Came Hange's pained mutters, nudging their head against your neck, their lips grazing your skin as they spoke, "Inside me, p-please,"
You hummed down at them, hands teasing down their thighs, "What else?". You undid the buttons of their pants, painfully slow, ignoring the slight twitches of Hange's hips as you loosened the waistband. Hands reached around the band, drawing the fabric down as it folded into itself, exposing the top of Hange's underwear.
Hange groaned, covering their face as you ruthlessly dragged their words out of them. It's not like Hange had never fucked before, but goddamn, they've never been put into this mental space before. A haze of short-circuiting torment, worst part is, they couldn't even pretend they weren't enjoying it. Their body language betrayed them too much, as did their little gasps and the wet stickiness they felt inbetween their legs.
"Hn— 'nd your tongue, fuck."
"As you wish, my superior Commander," You pulled Hange's layers off their hips, lifting them up a little with your movements as you stripped them of their bottom layers. Hange crumbled at your words, head falling against your collarbone as they mewled. That was... unexpectedly hot, despite it being an unnecessarily mean callback to their own words to you earlier, they couldn't help what came out of their mouth, guttural from deep within their throat, vibrating itself into your collarbone.
Hange's thighs twitched against the contact of skin on theirs, your fingers trailing so dangerously close to their hot centre, you could almost feel the heat radiating from them.
"You fond of that?" You chuckled, finally teasing a finger up their throbbing, wet folds. "Who'd have thought, huh?"
Your gaze hardened, watching as their slit separated delectably against your fingers, collecting their essence as it glistened on you. "The strong Commander, underneath me—begging to be fucked," Hange nodded weakly into your neck, squirming as they tried to hold back their own noises, you were finally touching them. Thank fuck.
"Just fucking aching for me, huh?" You laughed, nudging their head with your shoulder, lifting to look at you, "Look at that throb, commander—'s fucking filthy." The glassy glaze over Hange's pretty brown eyes almost sent you to heaven and back, their hips jutting to meet more of your fingers, rubbing their wetness on your knuckles.
"Can you just fuck me already? Shit," Hange groaned, eyes closing. Your eyebrows lifted to fake surprise, a tilt twisting on the corner of your lips.
"Brave of you to try and give me orders right now," You messed, your free hand reaching up to grab Hange by the back of their hair, tilting their head against the back of the chair. "But, I'll bite,"
Dipping a finger inside, helped by how deliciously wet Hange was, the lack of friction allowed you slip two more in. Hange whimpered, mouth hanging agape at your fullness inside them. Curling your fingers against their walls as it sucked you in, "Only 'cos I can feel how needy you've been, must've been a long time, Commander,".
"Hn—s-shit," Hange was forcing their hips closer into your hand, squeezing their nails tight against your shoulders, their chest rising and sinking with shaky breaths. Hange was shamelessly leaking their own excitement all over your wrist, drops dripping onto the chair, head pulled back by your hand so you could watch their beautiful features contort. The sounds were sinful, their sticky wetness sloshing against your fingers with your movements and their mouth eliciting moans that you'd be stuck remembering for the rest of your life.
"You hear that? Hear how good 'n wet you're being for me, Hange?"
Hange nodded, too overwhelmed to eloquently speak, you shook your head, tutting and tugging on their hair, grabbing their attention. "Then say it,"
Hange pried their eyes open, blinking up at you, as you continued moving your wrist into them. Hange shamefully scrunched up their face, sighing before saying, "I'm...being s-so good for you,"
"Of course you are, baby," You cooed, loosening your grip on their hair, weakened at the wrecked strain in their voice. Hange was going to be the godforsaken death of you. "So, so good for me," Your pressed your fingers harder against their squishy walls, feeling Hange's abdomen contract tightly, their walls clamping against your fingers, "So fuckin' tight,"
Removing your hands from their tangled hair, you slid your fingers along their bottom lip, plumping it up, and slipped into Hange's mouth, who eagerly took them in and began sucking, your fingertips reaching the back of their throat—Hange was gaggin' on them, eyes rolling shut, eyebrows pinched up as you fucked their mouth. Borderline disrespectful, the way you had them grunting, mouth stuffed with your fingers, their glassy eyes brimming a little red at the force of you hitting their throat. You felt Hange's core clench crudely against the hand that was still working inside them, fastening your motion against their slicked walls, "Like that, baby?" You teased, smiling as Hange whimpered, vocal cords muffled by your fingers, nodding pathetically at you, "Course you do, just fucking look at you."
Hange was almost choking, fuelled by your words, grunting as you released their mouth. They gasped in a wide breath to catch some air, drool messily stringing out along your fingers as you pulled your hand away. "Look so pretty like this," You rasped, wiping your hand dry against their cheek and chin, slicking up their face with their own saliva, then you brought a hand up—Hange's face slacked to the side as your skin connected against their cheek with a sharp smack. The neediest, sluttiest whine escaped their lips, reverberating up their throat, mouth hanging open at the shock of it—even more shock at how much they had enjoyed it. You almost surprised yourself, not necessarily having intended to slap them, let alone Hange actually liking it.
"Shi-Fuck," They gasped, "Wanna feel you inside me, fuck—inside me forever," Hange grasped at your wrist and forcing it around their own jaw, any shame left their senses as they fully submitted, brain mushy and just allowing you to do what you wanted. When you tightened your fingers around their chin, holding their mouth open, Hange held their own tongue out. You almost passed out—groaning as Hange's half-lidded, glazed eyes held your own, pleading wordlessly and waiting patiently as their body rocked with your fingers still diligently fucking into them. Each time your fingers jutted out, they were even wetter, before recoiling them back inside. Clasping your lip with your teeth briefly, you spat straight on their tongue and ogled dumbly as Hange eagerly swallowed it up, their tongue poking out to the corner of their tilted lips licking up the remaining specks of spit. Then, they fucking smirked up at you. Such a devilish little smile and you lost it.
"You're so—fucking amazing Hange," You whined, losing yourself in Hange's demeanour, you pulled your fingers out from inside them, spreading their juices over their inner thighs, causing Hange to whine at the loss of warmth and pressure. You moved yourself down to the floor, resting your weight on your knees, unbuttoning their shirt down to their stomach. You groaned at the sight, Hange was shining. Little droplets of sweat glistened against their skin, toned stomach twitching through the gap of their now flailed open shirt. Sighing dreamily down at you, as you sat pretty on your knees for them, that little fucking smirk still imprinted on their lips, eyes almost fucked out, left cheek growing a little red from the slap.
"Think you deserve a reward, huh? Been so good for me,"
You leaned forward, head placed in the space of their open thighs, you swiped your tongue up their flesh, gathering the salty slick and moaning at the taste as you swallowed. You could feel every twitch and clench against your tongue, lapping them up as Hange's hand came to pull your hair out of your face, watching helplessly as you sucked on their clit.
"F-fuck, yes, wanna be the b-best for you," Hange was moaning, "Ah—That's... so good,". They rutted their hips against your face, no coordinated rhythm as they were losing control over their own pelvis. Hange's strong thighs twitched, clamped tight against your head, shaking as your nose hit right up against their swollen clit, your wet tongue flat against their pulsing hole as you licked up and down.
"I'm yours—fuck—all yours," Hange was delirious, chasing the high, mumbling out tempting words that would forever haunt you if they weren't real.
You opened your eyes to glance up at them, Hange's head was leaning back, throat gulping as your eyes met. The intensity seemed to increase against their core as they watched you contort your face. "All yours," Hange reiterated. The pure delight covered your features at being in-between their legs, lapping up on them like you could spend eternity there, muffled moans leaving your throat against their honeyed folds. Almost cumming yourself at the sight, such a revered commander, a powerful and respected person left limp and weak at your hands, totally disrespected and filthy, all for you.
"I'm.. so—close, hn—" Hange's words becoming broken, even worse when you decided to add your fingers to the mix as you ate them out. Babbled breaths, and groans at the combination of your fingers and your tongue on them, "F—uck, fuck!" Hange was panting, your fingers relentlessly pressing into the deep squishy spot in their cervix. "J..just like that, fuck, you're fuckin' good at that," Hange's abdomen, thighs and pussy clenched, mouth open and the loudest, sweetest moans ruptured through their lips—vision burning white as the building pressure finally released itself into your waiting mouth, as you swallowed and watched the rest leak sinfully down your chin. You were still fucking into them through their climax, dragging it out all the way through until Hange pulled your head away. Slow half-blinks and heavy breaths, Hange lifted their thighs and grabbed you, pulling you up to level with their face, fucked out and worn. Eyes dazed and glazed as their head caught up to them.
"You're a fucking dream, Commander," You pressed your slick-covered lips against Hange's who whimpered at their own taste in your kiss. "Could say the same about you," They mumbled breathlessly, chuckling quietly as they relaxed their reeling head against the chair, trying to balance out the ringing in both ears from how hard they came, thighs still twitching in their chair.
"W-was that okay? D'you feel better?"
"You're kidding, right?" Hange laughed, the whiplash of the sudden switch of your demeanour from ruining them to worriedly doting on them caused a strong, chesty laugh to erupt from their stomach, a laugh you hadn't heard from them for a few weeks. The weight on their shoulders dwindled, carrying a lighter load as they could finally let go of the crumbling stress that had been deeply buried and burdening on their body, dissipating as their shoulders shook with their laugh. The laugh that you fell hard for years ago.
"You're doing that more often," They nuzzled their head into the crook of your neck, sighing softly with relief as your arms wrapped around them, soothing hands rubbing their back as you let them ease off from the high in the safety of your limbs.
"You really should get some sleep, y'know?" You muttered, closing your eyes as you calmed yourself down, too.
"Only if you're next to me when I wake up,"
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