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“Oh, hi? I’m here with my coworkers. We’ve been drained lately.”, You tried your best to reply. “Um, what brings you here?” You continue.

“I’m here with my coworkers too! Same situation as yours, actually.” Hange replied confidently.

Hange was looking for a pretty girl someone interesting to talk to because they’ve exhausted every topic with their coworkers. 

You, who seemed meek and unmoving, were surrounded by a diverse group of people who were chatting amongst themselves, but you stood out because you were a step away from them and not partaking in the conversation. 

If the world is full of uncertainties, there is at least one thing that is certain, and that is Hange not knowing how to read social cues. Hange came up to you and sparked a conversation. It started with you two exchanging names until it became talking about everything under and beyond the sun.

Hange’s energy and bright spirit is contagious, you can’t help but smile and giggle throughout your conversation with them. They’re smart and very passionate about their career. They’re a chatterbox and it seems like they won’t ever run out of topics to talk about, but you’re not complaining. You can listen to Hange forever just to see their smile, their mannerisms while talking, the brightness in their eyes, their plump lips, their long fingers-

You can’t tell if you drank a little too much or if it’s the lighting in the club, but Hange looks really hot and it’s getting you frustrated. You’ve lost focus on what they're talking about as your mind thinks of scenarios you probably shouldn’t be daydreaming about. So you do something that an intoxicated person would do, kiss them on the lips. 

You feel their lips on yours and it tastes really sweet, but you also feel Hange stiffen from surprise. You back away immediately and feel like the liquor is gone from your system.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry about that. I should have asked you first. Do you want me to leave? I should l-” Hange cuts you off with a kiss before you could finish your apology. This time, it was you who got surprised. It didn’t take long until you relaxed into the kiss. It also didn’t take long until it turned into a heated makeout session. 

Hange is the first to break away from the kiss and you take the opportunity to catch your breath. They held eye contact with you and breathed out, “You wanna take this further?” You nodded immediately. You feel your panties get wet just from their raspy voice. “Let’s go to my place.” You manage to stutter.

One minute you were at the bar with your coworkers, the next you’re in your bedroom with Hange in between your legs eating you out like your pussy is the last meal on Earth, savoring your taste and making the most lewd noises. You lay there, trying to focus on your breathing to last longer, but no one’s touched you there in a damn hot minute. 

“Hange, please. I’m so close.” you manage to get out. You’re not sure if they heard you at all over the filthy sounds of their mouth on your skin or if they don’t care because they continued lapping their tongue on your cunt. 

It didn’t take long before you found yourself shaking and holding on to Hange’s disheveled ponytail, eyes rolled back and mouth open for a long breathy moan. They slowed down their pace to work you through your orgasm. 

Hange parts from your legs to let you catch your breath and recover. You lay there, staring at the ceiling, but not really because your vision is unfocused. 

A few seconds pass, Hange maneuvers your body so you could sit up and lay your back onto their chest. With little consciousness, you realize that your bodies are facing the mirror. You can see yourself looking like a mess. Your top is still on, but it’s wrinkled and showing most of your skin. Meanwhile Hange is fully clothed, still in their formal business attire. 

Seeing the two of you like this makes you lightheaded and you can’t help but feel the power and dominance Hange has over your messy and fragile figure. You look away from the mirror, but Hange grips your jaw so you could face it again.

“Look at you, such a mess. Will you be a good girl for me and keep your eyes on the mirror?” Hange whispered deeply. You nod while looking at them through the mirror. “Words, doll.”

You gulp before letting out a meek “Yes.”. Once they heard your confirmation, they started littering sloppy kisses all over your jaw, the back of your ears, and neck while fondling the curves of your skin. Your eyes instinctively close and you let out a sigh until Hange pinched your waist.

“Eyes on the mirror.”

So you tried. With heavy eyelids and dilated pupils, you try your best to keep your eyes on the reflection. You can see one of their hands groping your breasts, while the other is creeping down between your legs. Suddenly, the middle finger of their dominant hand is circling your clit causing you to flinch from oversensitivity because you haven’t fully recovered from your last orgasm. 

A series of moans come out of your lips as they continue to bring you closer to another orgasm. It feels so good. This is your first time with Hange, but they’re pleasuring you as if they have 20 years of experience with your body. Abruptly, they take their hand away from your pussy, and before you can whine about it, you watch as Hange spits on their hand before inserting their middle and ring finger into your hole. 

You gasp as they finger you. The pleasure multiplied to a hundred because you’re watching yourself through the mirror. You’re whining and moaning, biting your lips isn’t helping them to be silenced. Hange leaving love bites on your neck, the scene, and the profound pleasure has you overwhelmed. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut until Hange’s other hand grips your jaw again.

“Watch yourself or I’ll stop.”

Your eyes quickly open to obey Hange which prompts them to continue to finger you sloppily while keeping their grip on your jaw. They rest their thumb on your clit, occasionally circling it while they curl their fingers inside you. They’re doing it so skillfully that you’re reduced to a whining mess. You feel your orgasm coming as you’re grunting and panting. 

Hange sees you diligently keeping your eyes on the reflection. Their grip on your jaw goes down to your neck to lightly squeeze it. They leave their hand on your neck as they resume leaving sweet kisses wherever they can, wherever their lips can reach. 

“Ha…. hah.. I’m close. I’m so close.”. You struggled to speak from the immense pleasure and their hand on your throat. They quicken their pace and press their thumb on your clit, the hand on your neck going up to your lips. They take advantage of your open mouth, entering three of their digits and pressing down on your tongue. The view is so lewd. You have no choice but to moan loudly and drool all over yourself and their fingers. Then, you’re cumming in no time. 

You’re sobbing open-mouthed, drooling, and crying while Hange continues their assault on your pussy. With brows furrowed, you whine long and loud for them to stop to which Hange slows down and eventually halts moving their fingers. 

They remove their fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva dripping down your front as they do so. You lay limp on their body, catching your breath after a mind shattering orgasm, but then you remember Hange hasn’t gotten off. You twist your body around to face them. 

“Hange, can I please go down on you?” You begged while panting. 

They kissed you before replying, “You don’t have to, sweetheart.” 

“I really want to. Please?” You breathed out. Your best puppy eyes on display for them. 

“Whatever you want, darling.”

You kissed them excitedly. Actually, it was sloppier than intended, but Hange didn’t seem to mind. Once you’ve run out of breath, you kneel on the floor in front of them. With shaky hands, you hurriedly unbutton and take off Hange’s pants along with their boxers. You dive your face into their cunt with no other thoughts except to make them cum. 

You tried to eat them out like how they did to you earlier, hungry and filthy. You spread their pussy lips with your fingers, your warm breath fanning their heat. Hange has their head back and sighing.

“Good girl, just like that.”

“You’re doing so well.”

Praises fall out of their mouth which makes you more eager to get them to cum. Your hands grip their muscular thighs. You flatten your tongue on their clit and moan, mainly because you’re enjoying it too, but to send vibrations to their cunt as well. This pushed Hange over the edge. 

Now they’re cumming on your mouth, and you try to savor the sight. Hange looking down on you, gripping your hair while biting their lip. 

You stand on your feet to pull them into a passionate kiss. You push them down so you can lay on top. Their hands find their way to your waist while you hold yourself up with your arms. You kiss for what felt like hours until the two of you got tired, lips swollen and red from all the biting and sucking. You both laid on the bed to rest before suggesting, “We should wash up.”.

You walk out of the bathroom with trembling legs, but you see Hange hesitating to go back into your bedroom. 

“Just come in and stay the night if you want. I have clothes you can borrow. I’ll accompany you when you leave in the morning. Okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m so sure. Get in here.”

When you go into the kitchen, you find Hange cooking omelettes and sausages. They had to make do with what's in the fridge. 

It's so domestic.  You feel emotions surge in you with a heavy weight, but you try to brush it away by hugging Hange’s back as they cook.

“Hey dear, my darling dookie. I’m almost done.”

You scoff at the pet name but kiss their back anyway. Peeling yourself away from their body, you make Hange’s coffee as they like it. You also prepare the table and plates.

Here you are now, eating beside your beloved. You can’t help but let out a sappy “Thank you. I love you”. The words slip out so easy, like loving Hange is the most natural thing.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”. Hange tried their best to say with a mouth full of food.

Once the both of you have finished eating, you go to wash the plates while Hange wipes the table clean. Afterwards, you suggest taking a nice shower.

“Together?” Hange smirked as they teased.

“Yes. together.”. You reply before preparing the tub, filling it up with warm water and your favorite scented soap. While you wait for the water to fill the tub, you get out of the bathroom to see Hange hugging and kissing the cat.

He was an orange cat that they brought home one day. He was still a scrunkly and stinky kitten when Hange took him home. It was fascinating to witness the cat’s growth, how it grew up to be so impulsive, energetic, and full of love, just like Hange. 

You approach them to place a kiss on their heads before telling them that the bath is ready. 

Hange lets out a high pitched “byebyebye baby, see ya my little stinky” to the feline before following you into the bathroom.

Both of you strip off your clothes and you tell Hange to go in first. Hange obeys wordlessly. You then follow, laying on their chest as Hange instinctively holds your waist.

Silence fills the air. You feel yourself getting drowsy again until you feel a hand grab your breasts.

“Nice tits.”

You ignore the comment as you lay your head on their shoulder, but you feel their hand creep lower down your body. It’s annoying how they know exactly how to rile you up so fast. You give in, turning your face to the side to capture Hange’s lips in a heated kiss. Then one thing led to another, you realize as the both of you are gasping for air while touching one another. Helping each other to reach a climax.

Hange got what they started. The both of you satiated and satisfied. 

You peel yourself away from Hange’s skin to grab the shampoo. Squeezing a dollop into your hand, you rub it into their hair and scratch their scalp as a way to say “I love you”, hoping that feelings can pass through your fingertips and into Hange’s head. 

Once you're done, Hange takes the shampoo to do the same to you. You let their fingers run through the hair on your scalp. You close your eyes from the relaxing sensation and let them take care of you. 

You take the body wash and squeeze it on both of your bodies, helping each other to scrub the surface of yours and Hange’s skin. The both of you continue to bathe, so close, so intimate, and tooth rottingly sweet. Finally, you both get into comfortable clothes.

Drawing the curtains closed, setting the temperature nice and cool, and fluffing the bed, there’s nothing more tempting to do but to lay back in bed.

“Let’s rest more, baby.” You suggest, but it sounds more like an order.

“Yes, ma’am!”

So there you both were on the bed, syncing breaths and cuddling each other. All your worries are washed away. Laying in Hange’s arms feels so nice, so safe. This goes without saying, but you wish you could stay like this forever. You can’t be happier and loved than this.

Hange let themself loose. Mind blank and body slack as they drink, barely paying attention to what’s playing on the TV. That’s why they didn't notice that you entered the living room until you spoke.

“What’s this all about?” you asked with a little bite. “Oh my god. Baby, I missed youuuu”. Hange slurred as they went in for a hug, resting their face on the crook of your neck. It seems like the wine took over their system fast, also because they didn’t eat anything beforehand. 

“Yeah? I missed you too, baby. But don’t you think you should eat dinner first?” You replied as you returned their embrace. Hange hugged you tighter and muttered something against your neck.

“I can have you for dinner instead.” You barely register what they said before blood rushes to your face. “Geez, Hange. Get off of me.” Playfully smacking their shoulder before getting them a glass of water.

“Drink this.” Giving the glass to Hange which they took gently. You turn your back towards them to heat up their dinner in the microwave. 

“Babe, I’m not that hungry.” They whined. “I made your favorite pasta.”. Silence coated the air for a few seconds before they spoke again.

“But I want you.” 

“Just eat a few bites.”

“Uhkay.” they huffed out.

As Hange is eating their dinner, you take care of the mess they made when they got home. Returning the bottle of wine to its shelf and turning the tv off, you hear Hange announce that they're done with their food. 

Standing a few steps away, you watch as hange goes to wash their plate. You see that they finished their plate causing you to smile. 

They're so focused at the task while moving their body slowly. They're definitely drunk, you thought to yourself as you hold in your laughter. They turn around once they're done, smiling when they see you. You place a kiss on their jaw.

“Thank you.” You take their hand, leading the both of you towards the couch to lounge for a bit before heading to bed. Hange is stumbling a little, the liquor still in their system. Once you're both sat down, Hange is all over you. Littering kisses all over your face and neck, their hands are holding on to your breasts and waist. 

You indulge in it until you remember that they drank. With the little strength you have, you try pushing them away. 

"Hange, stop. You're drunk" to which Hange immediately replies "No, I'm not. Sure, I had a drink, but I know exactly what I'm doing right now.". 

Not believing them, you push them away once more. "Hange, you're not thinking straight-". The words get stuck in your throat as Hange forcefully lays on top of you, your hands held by them on the sides of your face. Their strength caught you off guard. You're dumbstruck, staring into your partner's blown out pupils. 

"You think a drunk person can do this?".

Your mouth opens and closes aimlessly, suddenly you can't find your voice.

"That's what I thought" Hange says snarkily before kissing you aggressively.

You find yourself lying on the bed, legs over Hange’s shoulders, gripping onto their hair as they pound into you relentlessly. You don't even remember how you got here, which is ironic because you weren't the one under the influence. 

They whisper the sweetest things to you. “So good for me.”, “You're taking me so well.”, “You're perfect.” meanwhile their hips move like they’re possessed, fucking you senseless. Tears pool in your eyes as your back arches from pleasure. 

Their lips latch onto the surface of your skin. They’re kissing you everywhere, your face, your neck, and breasts. Their tongue would dance around your sensitive nipples, leaving you crying from the sensation. Hange continues to thrust into you hard and fast, your body slides upwards with each thrust, but they’re holding onto your hips, pulling you back down onto their strap. 

More praises spill out of their mouth, “You take care of me so well, my perfect wife.” Their voice low and raspy. “I love you so much, my darling. You’re always so good to me, so good, so perfect.” You can barely register what they’re saying over the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans filling your ears. 

Their unforgiving pace drives out so much pleasure, you feel your orgasm coming. Your moans have turned into sobs and whines. Your legs have gone numb and your mind is blank. 

Suddenly, Hange maneuvers you to their liking as if you were a toy. They pull out of you and before you could complain, you find yourself on all fours. You haven’t adjusted to the change in position yet when you feel their hands on your hips and slam into you. Resuming their brutal pace from earlier. You’re lightheaded and out of it, reduced to a drooling fucktoy that only Hange can play with. 

You feel a hand on your back as you hear them say “Arch your back for me, doll.”. So you do, or at least you think you tried. “That’s it, pretty.” they rasp out. They remove their hand from your back to take both of your arms and hold it behind your back. You have no choice but to balance your body with only your knees as leverage.

“Look at you..” they breathe out. The new position is so lewd and you can feel Hange hit the deeper spots in your insides. 

“You’re mine, all of this is just for me.” They continue. You want to say something but all that comes out from your mouth are sobs and hiccups. It doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm teetering over the edge. 

A pitiful “Please” is all that comes out of your mouth and you pray Hange understands. They hold your arms using one hand, and you feel the other circle your clit. 

“Go on, princess. Cum for me.” You cry out, clenching on their cock as your body shakes from the orgasm they just gave you. You lose your balance, face landing on the pillow you just drooled on, but you don’t care. Hange giving you a kiss on your left shoulder is the last thing you feel before passing out.

You wake up to the feeling of arms wrapped around your waist. You're wearing a baggy shirt and your body feels clean. You stretch your body to feel more comfortable until you hear a raspy voice behind your ear say “Go back to sleep, baby.”

a/n: THX FOR THIS ANON i definitely got carried away again lmaooo i hardly write smut on my own initiative so if u want more of these just keep sending requests dont be inspired by this