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chapter 1: juno (nsfw)

After coming home from "Bring Your Child to Work Day," Hange has a sudden, overwhelming fixation on building a family with you.

chapter 2: have a baby (with me) | coming soon

While trying to logically process Hange's sudden proposal, a chaotic babysitting test run proves they’d actually make a fantastic parent. But before you can overthink the future, a sudden wave of morning sickness leads to a shocking discovery.

chapter 3: bump on the road | coming soon

Hange turns into full-on attentive spouse mode while treating your pregnancy symptoms like a high-priority research project complete with weird homemade remedies. Beneath the hilarious over-parenting, you share sweet, intimate moments with Hange as your due date draws closer.

chapter 4: the arrival | coming soon

The big day finally arrives and Hange’s usual chaotic energy turns into a mix of emotions as you welcome your child to the world.

chapter 5: one more time? (nsfw) | coming soon

A rare moment of quiet gives you and Hange a chance to reignite the spark that started it all.

"You did what?"

If only your mother was right there to judge Mikasa's disappointed-mother look, she would've given Mikasa five gold stars. From the wide stretch of her eyes to the shock and disbelief dripping from her voice.

You bend over the bar counter, pressing your forehead to your arms which you had stacked on top of the smooth wooden surface. You couldn't look into your part-timers' eyes for any longer than you did. It made you feel like a teenager again, confessing to them how you just kissed one of your cafe regulars—your long-time puppy crush; the one in love with a pretty blond—on the cheek after a supposed friendly date.

Mikasa's definitely disappointed. She would've been happy for you if not for the information previously shared that Hange is in a relationship. Connie's confused but definitely amazed at your sheer audacity. He was the only one that offered you a consoling fist-bump anyways. 

You don't think Sasha would have much reaction to this news of yours. She would definitely be happy for you no questions asked, probably suggest a restaurant you and Hange could dine in. That sweet, innocent girl. Unfortunately she’s not clocking in for the morning rush. 

"Look—I didn't plan on kissing them on the cheek," you say, tilting your head so your cheek rests on the skin of your arm. "It was like... I don't know—just happened in the heat of the moment?" Your voice came out mumbled and soft, like a child about to get scolded for doing something stupid yet awfully pleasant.

"In the—"

"What did they say after?" Mikasa butts in, leaving Connie to glare at her for cutting him off the third time that morning. "Did they push you away or anything?"

The grey-haired semi-shaved man rolls his eyes, "Better yet, how'd you get to kiss them? Aren't they freakishly tall?"

You stand back up, leaning your hip to the counter as you cross your arms. Your bottom lip slips in between your teeth. "They... well, they bended down for me."

"And?" Miche prompts, appearing from the backroom.

"I was ready to apologize and run away but... y'know, they, uhh—they kissed me back." You turn your head away fast, receiving that loud, baffled, disbelieved yell of What?! from all three employees of the cafe.

"You're joking."

"Didn't you say they have a girlfriend?"

"Ha! Nice one.” 

The three of them had their own respective reactions. Miche being the one to pat you on the back like a close friend, eyes wrinkled up at the end. 

Mikasa comes closer to you, taking a worried sip of her coffee, “Boss, are you sure?” 

“Yes, Mikasa, I’m sure they pulled me to them and kissed me for–what, like five minutes straight. Believe it or not, some people do want to kiss me.” 

Your voice came out way more aggressive than you had intended to. It was definitely the lack of sleep from thinking about this whole ordeal the entire night. You and your pint of double dutch ice cream–that was now long gone in the dumpster–getting it on with a fresh episode of Scandal playing in the background. 

“Fuck… I’m sorry, Mika’ I didn’t mean to sound that way. I’m such a fucking asshole.” You throw your arms around her shoulders, voice softening apologetically. 

She rubs your back consolingly. The cautiousness in her words and the way she spoke your name now clear. “It’s okay, I understand you.” You pull away from her and search her face. “I promise, boss. I took no offense.” 

“I don’t understand what’s the big fuss over this,” Miche pops his hips out, his hands stacked on top of the mop. “Was there something going on between you two?”

That very question has you slapping your palm to your forehead.

God–of course, Miche knows about this little crush of yours.

He knows you find Hange very fucking attractive, he knows you daydream about them during work; what he definitely doesn’t know, though, was how you have already planned your future with Hange. 

If he knew, Miche would’ve talked some sense into you right then and there. 

There’s a reason he’s married, you know. 

“There wasn’t going on between us,” you answer him, albeit against your will. 

He claps his hands together, “Oh, then nice. They kissed you back,” you, Mikasa, and Connie looked at him with a singular seriously? expression. One that has his nose scrunching just slightly. “What?” 

“Hange has a girlfriend, Miche,” Connie says awkwardly, his hand moving up to scratch the back of his head. 

“Oh.” 

At that very moment, you wished–with all of your lucky stars–that the wooden panels under your feet give out and just swallow you into nothingness. 

They don’t, unfortunately. 

“That’s bad,” Miche recovers after a few seconds of Connie’s dumbstruck stare. Not really helping. “Yeah, it is pretty fucking bad,” he repeats, your name leaving his mouth like a disappointed brother. “Y’think they’re gonna tell their girlfriend about it or no…?”

Fuck. He’s right.

What if Hange tells their girlfriend about you kissing them on the cheek and she comes down the shop–and fucking slaps you clean across your face?

What if Hange witnesses that and says nothing? Not even a simple explanation, or accountability at least for pulling you in and kissing you back! 

God, the mere thought of it aggravates you. So much so that you’re thinking about how hard it’d be to burn a science laboratory without burning the entire building down. Not much, probably? Or maybe if I just don’t hit the–

“Boss? You there?” Connie’s voice infiltrates your ears. His eyes mold into wide innocent circles as he waves his arm, hoping to snap you out of it. “We’re opening in thirty minutes…”

You take one deep breath in. Three pairs of eyes look at you curiously, watching you with patience as they wait for your word. You tilt your head up, stretching your lips into a tight smile, nodding encouragingly. “Let’s do this then. Just another day at the cafe, right?” 

“Right!” Connie and Mikasa reply back with the same enthusiasm you had. Overshadowing Miche’s already-tired “Yes boss.”

They immediately disperse into their respective stations.

Mikasa’s back on the cashier, Miche’s brewing his second mug of coffee while Connie double-checks with him the stocks of milk, syrups, equipment, and other necessary things they’d neatly organized earlier that morning. You go around the empty cafe, making sure each table’s clean and the chairs’ aligned. 

It was quite an easy morning pre-opening prep for you considering that there were a lot of you there. Whenever schedules were tough, you usually only had yourself and Miche managing the cafe; you manned the cashier while Miche made the orders, as per usual. 

You walk over to the glass doors. The beat of your heart loud against your chest as you search for their face amongst the prim and proper working men and women standing outside the cafe, waiting patiently for you to flip that closed sign to open. 

Who were you kidding though–you’re not going to find Hange within those prim and proper people.

They’d always be messy; their hair all over the place, top wrinkled, one leghole of their pants usually tucked inside of their shoe. You honestly don’t understand why, though you usually chalk it up to them not really being a morning person. Nevertheless, you loved that about them. So raw, so authentic, so… them. 

If only they didn’t have a girlfriend then maybe you’d have a gazillion butterflies inside your stomach right now and not that headache-inducing guilt currently in it right now.    

The moment you flip the sign and pull open the glass door, your lips easily stretch on a warm smile as a choir of good mornings fill your ear. 

In no more than ten minutes, the second cashier–the one you now operated–is now open to accommodate the unbelievable number of customers. Both Miche and Connie work double-time, calling out orders and smoothly working around each other in completing the drinks. They were just as efficient as you and Mikasa with the registers. 

You recognize a few of the other regulars as they come by. The elderly man who usually orders a cup of steaming hot black coffee and a hearty lemon blueberry cheese danish muffin to bring home for his wife; the platinum-haired yoga-set-wearing woman that always always buys a medium spiced dirty chai; the college student with a weirdly thick bowl-cut who orders a spanish latte with extra cream foam on top. The list, clearly, can go on for a while. 

However, the only regular you’ve been hoping–dreading–to see is yet to appear. 

“Seen them yet?” Mikasa asks quietly, slender fingers tapping on the screen. 

You shake your head, “Not yet. How many customers you got?” 

 “I’ve ten already… there’s five more on my line I think–give it a second then you can tap your card on it,” Mikasa’s eyes disappear into crescents as she flashes a sweet smile at the posh-looking man in front of her.

He smiles at her, following as she’d instructed. The message of a five-dollar tip appears on her screen. “Thank you so much! Your name’ll be called to the side.” She hands him his receipt before giggling with you.  

“Hi. One large black tea, please. Hot. To-go.”

Gently, your gaze lifts to find a rather familiar face. 

Medium height, black hair, sunken eyes, a no-nonsense look… You definitely remember a face like that from–right! 

He was the one pushing Hange away from you!

The one that–

“If you’re looking for Hange, they’re not with me,” he speaks up again, that same monotonous voice you could remember from yesterday. You try to stammer out a response, somewhat caught off-guard at how direct he was, only he beats you to it, “They don’t have a teaching class today at the university. So, I’m not quite sure where four-eyes is.” 

Some kind of sound escapes you, something like a laugh that sounds more like a choking hog. “Oh… that’s, uh, that’s unfortunate.” He huffs subtly, though his features maintain that stoicness. Still, you try to act unbothered, plastering on a smile. “Name please?”

“Levi,” he answers, gently tapping his card on the terminal. 

You cap your marker back, “Great! You can wait at the side, Levi.” 

He watches your every move. The way you quickly step to the side to put his cup along the line of cups waiting by the bar. You’d hoped that he’d not be in front of you by the time you got back but he still is. Unfortunately. 

“Hange does have work in the laboratory though so there’s that.” 

You freeze. Their name is almost like a trigger word for you, and this guy probably knows that too because there’s that very, very slight raise on the corner of their mouth. Tightening that same smile on your lips, you nod at him, “Y’know what, I’ll have your tea rushed, Levi. Give me a sec.”  

“Perfect.” 

The morning rush had passed, lunch time blasted through quickly, the after-work drinks and refreshments were drained and even still, your tall, brunette scientist is nowhere to be found. 

You’d let Miche manage the closing shifts while you zeroed out the register and double-checked the receipts. 

Yes, you had asked Mikasa to keep the second copy of all the receipts for the day just so you could check each and every one for a large hazelnut latte, or a decaffeinated cookie butter latte with extra salted caramel cold foam. 

Admittedly that was a bit extreme even for you, but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe you just didn’t see them. Maybe they did come by but you were out back or on a break, or maybe you were busy talking to some suppliers on the phone–who cares, the conclusion is Hange never did come by. 

That in itself is both a good and a bad thing. Good because at least you don’t have to worry about what to say to them regarding that situation, and at least you finally now have something to push you to get rid of this happy crush you have of them. Bad because what do you mean they broke their three-month streak of going to the cafe everyday just because of what happened between the two of you. 

That was three months of them going to the cafe and ordering a hazelnut latte–or cookie butter latte, three months of them receiving a cup with your special note slash pick-up line and the one time you decided to stop writing those they decided they should file a damn complaint. 

God, this was driving you insane. Actually insane. Top grade insanity.

You don’t know what to do–what to fix in your brain. Is this entire thing a good thing or a bad thing? It can’t be both.

It’s a brand new day now, one you specifically prayed to be a more forgiving day for you, one you set a goal on. That goal being Do Not Think About Hange Zoë. 

You swear, just reach that goal and all good things will soon follow. You might even manage to finally find somebody attractive after months of blocking away flirty, good looking customers because of this infatuation you had with the scientist. 

Right. 

Maybe you just need a fling to remedy this broken heart you willingly inflicted upon yourself.  

Maybe you do. 

“Hey, you seem really familiar.” 

A man, one with chocolate skin and a well-kept buzz cut, stands by your table with a tray holding a plate of pastries and one cup of coffee. He had a friendly smile on his face, a rather light and bouncy aura radiating off of him. You stare at him curiously, unashamedly eyeing him from head to toe as you think of his words; he did seem quite familiar, though you can’t quite pinpoint from where you’ve seen him. 

Honestly, with the amount of faces you see each day, it would be a really big surprise if you actually do remember him. 

Before you get to rack your brain of possibilities, he laughs as an introduction, “My name’s Onyankopon. I’d say I’m a regular here but seeing as you can’t remember me…” you stifle an embarrassed sound when he trails off, the two of you sharing the same sentiment. “May I sit? Only if you’re not busy.”

He introduces himself again. This time, he offers his hand to you, careful not to graze your laptop. You reply back with your name, shaking his hand, letting him lead the conversation. Still somewhat curious on how you seemed familiar to him. 

“Are you sure you’re not busy? I can throw myself to a vacant table if I’m bothering you, I promise,” Onyankopon asks, tone careful but still with a hint of playfulness. 

Yes, I’m fucking busy. One side of your brain argues. The other side sways you, C’mon… It's not everyday a cute guy approaches you. At least not that respectfully! 

Unfortunately for the former side, not only does the latter have a good point, but it's also a pretty good way to achieve your goal. Hence, you do your best to appear as approachable as you could. Folding down the screen of your laptop just a tiiiny bit for emphasis. “No, it’s fine! I think I do need your company, Onyankopon.” 

“Really?” His eyebrows shoot up. 

You nod, licking your lips subtly, “Mhm… work’s boring me to death anyway.” 

“Well then, lucky for you I am excellent company,” your name rolls off of his lips and you immediately feel like you want to crawl into a hole and live out the rest of your days in there. 

It’s exactly nothing like the way Hange says your name. His voice is gentle, a little deeper than Hange’s, but it lacks that warmth and playfulness Hange usually has when they call your name. Not like they always do call your name, most times they call you boss, mimicking the way your employees ever so casually call you. When they do that, you could only roll your eyes at them to hide that giddy feeling blooming inside you. They, in response, grin even wider. 

The memories of your spontaneous not-date with them float in your mind. Their musky cologne, their comically big khaki-colored trenchcoat. The way they subtly switch sides with you every time on the sidewalks, on crossings, making sure they’re at the riskier side while you're tucked in beside them. 

You mentally shake yourself because you should not be thinking about redacted right now. 

There’s a man in front of you right now. There’s someone other than redacted that is speaking to you, most probably interested in you too–so you should pay attention to him, not them. 

Fortunately, Onyankopon doesn't notice the moment you get your mind back into your present conversation with him. You nod your head pretentiously, doing your best to connect his words and figure out what the original topic of the conversation was. After some time and dissecting implications, you conclude he’s talking about the first time he discovered your cafe. 

Speaking with him is easy. He’s a lot more playful than Hange is, his words are a lot more colorful and descriptive too. He has his own creative way of describing things that you find yourself wondering if he’s taking an artsy or a philosophical course–or maybe he’s teaching?

“I teach cross-cultural communications over at the University of Paradis,” Onyankopon answers when you ask. “Do you study there too? You mentioned taking courses earlier.” 

You take a sip of your beverage, humming, “I don’t, actually. I study at a public university.” 

“Shiganshina State U?” He guesses. 

“Bingo,” you wink at him. “Business degree.” 

He wows at you, curiosity dancing in his eyes, “Business degree, huh? Explains why the cafe’s as pretty as you are.”

“Oh please, that’s a pretty lame excuse to call me pretty, professor.” 

“Ah, you caught me,” Onyankopon admits, chuckling lightly. His gaze held yours meaningfully, willing you to wait for his next few words, only he’s cut short by an abrupt presence at your table. 

You don’t see the person immediately, instead you feel that looming, somewhat impending sense of doom from behind you. A heavier aura, one that felt like a thick blanket weighing on top of your shoulders. It was a rather new feeling for you considering how you’re so used to always feeling light and relaxed when in the shop even during crowdier times. 

The presence clearly disturbs your companion as well because he’s shifting his attention from you to someone or–something–above you. 

“Oh–Doctor! Didn’t notice you there,” Onyankopon pulls back from his seat out of surprise, clearing his throat while he extends his arm out to the side.

Doctor? 

From the very corner of your eye, you notice two distinct pieces of clothing: a dark green vest and a white coat. And right as you’re able to fully turn your head to the side, before you manage to put a face on that body, you hear their voice first. 

“Onyankopon!” 

It’s Hange. 

Of course, it’s fucking Hange. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here… especially not with somebody,” their attention shifts to you, brown eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite distinguish. Their lip quirks upward at one side, noticing the sudden stiffness in your posture. 

It was like a deer in headlights. You are like a deer in headlights. Your spine straight like a post, lips taut and suddenly dry, eyes unusually stuck open. You could feel the fight-or-flight instinct inside of you threatening to activate. Not really used to being put on the spot just like this. Most times you’re the one putting people on the spot, not the other way around!

They call your name, not boss, that cheeky smile on their lips revealing their awfully attractive sharp canine teeth. “Didn’t expect you to know my buddy Onyankopon here.” 

“I… You two’re–” you resign from the conversation quickly. Happily letting Onyankopon save your lousy attempt at answering. “Oh–I’m just keeping the lovely owner here company, Doc. She looked pretty gloomy on such a sunny day out.” 

A genuine scoff escapes you before you even thought about it, “Gloomy? That is not what you were saying earlier.” Before you know it, both Onyankopon and Hange are on the pair of chairs in front of you. The former made enough room for the latter so now you sat faced with them instead of him. 

“Ha-ha! Onyankopon, ever the jokester. You gotta excuse him, boss,” Hange tells you, placing their arm on Onyankopon’s shoulder. You watch the expression on his face, the cautious gaze he looks at you and Hange with. Unknowingly, you mirror the cautiousness with your own. “He doesn’t usually go to coffee shops often, y’know? Very, ah, busy with classes… such a hardworking professor,” they look at him, scrunching their nose, obnoxious laughter following right after. “Next time you should just let me know your order! I can bring you your coffee so as to save you the trip.” 

You exhale through your nose. This is not part of your plan. You didn’t even think about this possible scenario among the list of possible ones you imagined during your fifteen-minute morning meditation. 

“I believe I’m needed at the bar,” you rise from your seat, pushing down your laptop and holding it with one arm. “Enjoy your–” 

“Great!” Hange also rises, brows shooting upwards, eyes glittering. They notice the volume of their voice so their next words come out a lot quieter and shyer, “I mean, ah–great! I haven’t, y’know, ordered yet so I’ll walk you to the bar.” 

You stare at them, carefully picking out your words. One side of you screams to be bitchy and distant so as to not repeat that situation that night, meanwhile the other side is practically beaming with joy because Hange, your long-time cafe regular and happy crush who you happened to have made out with, is in front of you. 

“No need, it’s just right there,” you tell them. 

“It’s fine! Let me carry your stuff–uhm, tray I mean. Don’t worry about it,” they respond, extending out their hands for you. 

You shake your head, “It’s okay, Doc, I swear. I can carry these back.” 

“You sure? I can carry ‘em for you. There’s a lot of people walking around, someone might crash into you and your stuff's gonna fall and the glass it’ll fall and break and I don’t–” they pause, blinking for two beats before shaking their head and straightening their posture. Their hand coming up to scratch the back of their head, eyes disappearing as they smile embarrassedly. “I’m sorry, I was rambling.”

“It’s fine,” you flash them a civil smile, “Have a nice day, you two.” 

Your nervous system is going on a rampage the moment you enter the backroom. That breath you’ve been unknowingly holding in only released then. You went around the medium-sized space, fanning yourself like a woman that had just ran a five-kilometer marathon. 

“What the fuck was that!” You tell the mirror, squealing out childishly, “They’re insane! They’re actually insane! Why the fuck are they speaking to me like nothing happened?” Your voice raises, the image staring back at you in the mirror looking more and more crazy with every second passing by. “They have a girlfriend! They cheated on their girlfriend by making out with me… I made out with someone that has a girlfriend! I’m a cheater–oh my god, am I–no, I’m the third party!”

The fact that you’re talking to the bathroom mirror about it is not the craziest thing about this whole thing, it’s the fact that you willingly kissed Hange back that night knowing that they have a girlfriend. 

Hell, you should’ve never even agreed to go to their workplace–at night too, mind you–in the first place!

“If you want to forget about it, fine! I’ll forget about it. I will not speak about it ever again. I won’t even tell Sasha about it! I’ll forget you, Hange, and I’ll forget about this stupid fucking crush I have.” You run both of your hands down your face, taking in deep breaths. 

Honestly, who cares now. Just pretend it never happened. New day, new you. No one has to know what–

“Hey boss, I don’t really know what’s goin’ on with you in there but Mikasa says she really needs to pee,” Connie knocks twice on the bathroom door. “Hange’s not in the cafe anymore if you’re worried about that.” 

You pull open the door, facing your part-timer with a stiff smile. 

“You look scary,” he blurts out. 

“I hate you,” you sigh, shaking your head tiredly but following him out nonetheless.

The moment Mikasa sees you, she’s dropping the empty cup she was supposed to be doing, rushing past you while muttering, “Thank gosh.” You take her spot at the cashier, apologizing to the customer for the sudden interruption before taking their order. 

The noontime rush had slowly gone down. There were a lot more tables available now, a lot less cups that need making. Connie’s on a quick bussing duty around the cafe while Miche finishes up the remaining orders. You don’t notice how fast the coffees are made too. At first glance there’s a good five people circling the dispatch bar, then at the second glance there’s no one left. 

After the third consecutive customer, you glance to the side to check if Mikasa’s out already. Seeing as she isn’t, you turn back to the front, chiming your usual spiel: “Hey, how are you? What can I get for you today?” 

They returned the first question out of courtesy, voice so gentle that it felt like a hug. Then, they list out three separate coffee drinks, two salad bowls to-go, and one berry refresher, making sure each order is carefully noted. “Will that be all?” 

“Yes, please,” they hold up their card. 

“Can I have a name for the order?” 

Before they can answer, their phone rings. Thankfully they answer your question, “Pieck, please. Thank you so much, darling,” putting the phone to their ear right after. You hand her the receipt, gesturing to the side. She takes it and nods, a melancholic voice floating in the air as you unintentionally listen to the conversation.   

Not your fault you were left at the counter!

“I’ve already ordered, stupid. You took too long!” She says, “Just get here quickly. There’s no line anyway, we can wait for you two here.” 

You couldn’t really make out whatever it is she was arguing about with the person on the phone. Nevertheless, you move over to the bar and help Miche out with the three-drink order. 

You press the button on the espresso machine, waiting patiently with your arm propped against the polished wood. It doesn’t even finish brewing when Miche’s already nudging your shoulder back to the cashier. 

“Mikasa’s not back yet?” You side-eye him, nudging him back roughly. 

“Nope,” he responds, “Counter’s empty. There’s a customer.”  

A gruff sigh leaves your lips, quickly replacing the droop of your shoulders with a straight back and a welcoming tone. “Hey! What can I get for you–oh, already?” your tone drops just as fast your smile did. The words you so routinely speak now are lost in that jungle-like mind of yours as you stand face-to-face with Hange for the second time. 

They breathe your name out, their entire body relaxing as if they were relieved to see you. “You’re on counter duty, I see…” You don’t respond to them. Not because you were being petty, but because you genuinely didn’t know how to respond to that awkward, awkward statement. 

You can’t just say–Oh, yeah, Mikasa’s taking a shit so I’m taking over right now–could you? 

Of course not… unless you want Mikasa to kill you while you sleep.  

“Can I have your order, Doc?” You ask neatly, knowingly grabbing the tall cup for them. 

No–wait, it’s mid-day. It’s the second time they’re here so they’ll get the cookie–

“It’s my first coffee of the day,” Hange cuts off your thought, stopping you from exchanging the tall cup with a medium-sized one usually reserved for their second coffee. “I didn’t buy one earlier–I, uh, well, I was hoping to talk to you after Onyankopon but you kind of ran away.” 

Well, obviously! You two made out like hooligans in the middle of a sidewalk knowing full well one of you is in a relationship. 

You look at their face, noticing the knitted brows and pursed lips. Their slender fingers tangled with each other as they rested on top of the POS. On the side of their head, you notice a head full of blonde hair come through those glass doors. The very moment they step a foot inside the shop, their second-long glance at the cashier before walking to the side where the woman named Pieck was, you feel your heart stop. 

Hange’s girlfriend. The girlfriend. Is. Here. 

And you’re with her partner at the counter still playing this weird game of are-they or are-they-not?

“I think, uh, y’know–” you pause, taking a second to gather your thoughts. You look up and lock eyes with Hange, looking away fast, your heartbeat quickens, “Whatever happened the other night, whatever we did… I think it’s best to just forget about it.” You take every bit of courage you have inside you and look at them dead in their eyes, watching the way their features up. 

Their lips part only for it to close again. The thoughts evidently run through their head, so clear with the shock swimming in their brown irises. 

Is it abrupt? Shouldn’t you have brought it up? Are you in the wrong? Fuck–should you apologize?

“Look, I didn’t mean to–” 

Hange interjects, loud and awfully cheery, “No, it’s fine! I understand,” they push out a laugh, one that was just as practiced as the last laugh they did when the two of you were with Onyankopon. “I definitely pushed the, uhm, limits. I should’ve known better. I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll forget about it like you said.” 

Great, now you’re fucking guilty. 

They order two drinks, a hazelnut decaf and a caramel macchiato, both in medium-sized cups. Avoiding your eyes with each word they speak. Out of all the times you’ve taken their order before, or spoken with them in a specifically fortunate moment, this was the only time you witnessed them being wary in speaking. 

You write their name on both cups, muttering a simple thank you as they pay with their card, sliding the pending orders over to the bar. Since Miche was finishing up the one you were doing before, you help him out by making Hange’s order. 

While the machine whirs quietly, a slow but continuous flow of freshly brewed coffee filling the clear espresso glass, you stare at the clear plastic cup in ponderance. There was only the word Hange on it. No cheesy pick-up lines, no phone numbers, no drawings. It was just their name, just like how it should’ve been in the very first place. 

“You okay, boss?” A soft voice comes up from behind you, nearly making you spill the coffee as you pour it over the ice-filled cup. “You look… Hey–what happened?” Mikasa finishes for herself, slim eyebrows knitting suspiciously. 

You sigh, nudging your head towards the dispatch bar. You didn’t need to look at the direction to know that it was Hange and their group standing there, your eyes glued solely to the cup you were busy with. “Me and Hange’ve talked about it already. We’re choosing to forget–” 

“I see Hange, their friends… what else should I be seeing?” 

Eyes snapping upwards, you follow the direction of Mikasa’s head, confirming what she said; Hange and their friends stand there, slightly apart but still close enough to converse comfortably. Their girlfriend, too, is there, standing beside the woman you remember is called Pieck. Beautiful blue eyes against the warm light of the cafe. Hange was the only one not actively speaking. Their lips were pursed, arms crossed over their chest. 

The guilt is way stronger than you’d like it to be. Still, you swallow down that feeling, pulling Mikasa’s arm to get her at whisper-distance. “That blonde over there… the one beside the black-haired lady, that’s Hange’s girlfriend.” You look away, placing the lid on top of the plastic cup. You place the finished order near the other finished ones, glancing at Mikasa to check for her reaction.

The only thing is, she’s not reacting. At least not in the way you wanted. 

Mikasa’s frozen in her spot, head tilted and eyes narrowed. She’s staring at the spot you pointed at earlier, as though you had pointed at a ghost somewhere in the cafe. “What–Hange’s girlfriend is in the cafe. She’s here, Hange’s here… I’m here! She wasn’t here when the woman beside her was ordering so clearly miss girlfriend arrived here with Hange because they–”

She says your name, slow and cautious, “That’s not their girlfriend.” 

“What’re you talking about–oh great, they’re walking here now.” 

You quickly turn around, about to find refuge in the back when someone calls Mikasa’s name. “Mikasa! I’m so happy to see you! I didn’t know you had a shift today.” Halting in your steps, you crane your head back. Your jaw drops as you watch that same blonde you believed to be Hange’s girlfriend, hugging Mikasa over the counter. 

Mikasa chuckles, “It’s good to see you too, Armin. You should’ve told me you were coming by, I would’ve saved you a lemon cake slice.” She looks at you over her shoulder. “This is my boss, by the way,” she mentions your name, gesturing towards you as the man named Armin crinkles his blue eyes at you. His hand extends towards you, “Nice to meet you.” 

Despite being at a loss for words, you manage to find the energy to extend out your own hand, muttering the same words back to him. 

It’s all clicking into place now. Mikasa mentioned her friend being Hange’s TA, that would explain why the girl–Armin, you men–wore the same white lab coat as Hange did. He’s Hange’s TA, of course they’d have the same coat. The two of them probably spend most of their time discussing some scholarly, science-y stuff in the laboratory; That’d explain why Hange arrived with Armin today as well. 

Wait, with miss girlfriend being a man… then that means–

Oh.

Oh. 

Hange never had a girlfriend in the first place. 

For all of your faults, never did you expect to have an assumption so wrong that it gnaws at you even when you drown yourself in coffee crumble ice cream. 

Well, you would’ve chosen wine instead of coffee but you’d rather not depend on alcohol. Not when you’re unsure of how long this whole infatuation of yours would last. 

There’s an empty bowl of microwave popcorn beside you, the end credits from an episode of your favorite television show rolling on the screen. Your phone’s by the television, locked inside of the drawer under the stand, keeping you from doing–messaging people you should not be messaging in the first place. 

Fortunately, that’s where your laptop comes into place. 

Your chat box with the tall, attractive, not-in-a-relationship scientist is open on the screen. Hange’s last message to you – Thank you for acting interested in the tour. LOL just kidding! I hope you enjoyed it… I did! I really did. :) – has been on the LCD for god knows how long. Every time you glance at the computer, you’re once more reminded of your stupidity. 

This, all of this, is just a series of very unfortunate events that you, unluckily, had to experience. 

From you spending months watching them from afar, to assuming they had a girlfriend when there were no indications of that in the first place, to telling them to forget about the night and not even bothering to let them explain! 

Now that Mikasa’s confirmed that the mystery blonde lady is actually just Armin Arlert, her childhood friend, who happens to be studying marine biology in the same university Hange’s teaching in, the guilt you were feeling earlier has now doubled–maybe even tripled–in effect. 

You stand up from your couch, quickly pressing the center button of your remote to play the next episode as some sort of entertainment to keep your other personalities occupied. You pace around your apartment; lying down on your bed to look at the ceiling for ten minutes, moving to your small kitchenette with a chair to stare out the window. The bathroom’s not even a safe place. You sit on the floor of your shower with nothing but a scented candle burning at the counter, the sweet smell of cookie butter hanging in the air. 

“Y’know what, this could’ve been a lot easier if I took a photo of that blonde and sent it to the group chat the first time I saw them,” you say to no one in particular, picking at the skin of your lips. You let out a loud passive-aggressive scoff, clapping your hands together. “God, had I known Mikasa’s the key–I would’ve offered a full-time part!” 

You drop your back on the tiled wall, “So fucking stupid. Really.” 

You spend a moment alone in the peaceful, cookie-smelling, bathroom. Trying to concentrate on your own thoughts, hoping you’d find one–among the hundreds of things you’re overthinking–that would give you a logical, normal person’s way of getting over this crush. 

One specific thought gets you up from the floor and back out to the living room. You grab your laptop, dropping yourself on your desk chair as you pull up the remaining case studies you’ve pushed off for days now. If you can’t tire yourself out with food and television shows, then maybe some good ole academic workload would do the trick. 

That worked for the most part. You’ve finished the two case studies that only needed any revisions. You spent, maybe, an hour at most. By the time you’ve closed the second document tab, Hange’s back in their usual spot in your mind. The image of their smile and wrinkled-up eyes during that night appearing everywhere you look. You write a little note for yourself, dates on when to submit your case studies.   

Well, a locked drawer’s not really something to worry about. Especially not when you’re the one holding the key to unlock it. 

So there you are, at the fire escape of your apartment building, the window to your bedroom left wide open. 

You had your blanket draped over your lap, that and Hange Zoë’s contact number ready for dial as you looked through their mess of a LinkedIn profile–which, honestly, you should’ve done earlier because they’re connected to Armin Arlert. You could’ve avoided the whole teenage drama if you’d just ran through their profile the first time you saw the two of them together. 

The transparent call button on your phone looks more appealing by the second. The thought of possibly hearing their voice call for your name again persuaded you all the more. 

Fuck it, you thought to yourself. I need to talk to them. 

So you click the call button with your eyes closed and fingers crossed. 

All it took then were two rings for them to answer. Their voice ragged and breathy as they speak your name in a way only they ever could. 

“Hange, hey, look, about earlier… I wanted to–” 

“Let me stop you right there,” they interject, nearly making your heart stop as well, “Look down.” 

You can’t describe or put an exact name to the feeling coming over you but the hairs on your body stand up, goosebumps rising.

Slowly, you tilt your head down, heart beating faster with each fleeting moment. 

“Hange?” 

The familiar scientist right under the fire escape waves a hand at you, the widest smile sprawled against their face. “Would you believe me if I said I was on my way home?” Their head was tilted upwards, phone to their ear.

“You? In the same neighborhood?” You scoff, leaning your shoulder on the rails, keeping your eyes set on the scientist underneath.  Hange shrugs, the smile still not leaving their face. They seemed to be waiting for something, or for you, probably.

Then, you remember how devastated they had looked earlier. The sullen eyes, the pursed lips. Guilt suddenly claws at your insides, eating your mind whole. 

Be mature about it, you remind yourself. 

“Hey Hange?” Your voice quiets down. 

The smile on their lips shrink, eyes narrowing behind those rectangular glasses. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you say with a heavy sigh, “I… It’s really complicated. I’m complicated. I really shouldn’t have just dismissed you like that, not when—y’know, something happened.” 

The line goes silent for the moment. Both of you watching each other from way different angles, the quiet night seemingly freezing for that moment alone. 

You see the deep contemplation on their features. The way they nibble at their bottom lip and tap the end of their left feet on the sidewalk. They weren’t looking around for anybody else. They didn’t even seem to care about it. 

“Do you want to get ice cream?” Hange offers as a reply. 

At 1:17 AM, why the fuck not. 

With Hange still wearing their lab clothing—butter yellow button top with sleeves rolled to their elbows, khaki-colored pants—you felt way too underdressed with your band shirt and plaid shorts. 

“Overtime at the lab?” You open up. 

“Kind of like that…” they answer gently, words drifting off as they stare wordlessly at you. “Had to discuss a few findings anyways. The coffee you made really woke me up.” 

“I doubt it’s the coffee.” 

“Oh,” Hange looks away, smiling at the poker-faced ice cream man as he hands over two ice cream cups. They turn back to you, offering the coffee crumble with that toothy grin you adored, “Peace offering then?” 

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth, feeling all the more apologetic at how Hange’s the one giving a peace offering when it was you that stopped them from explaining earlier. 

Taking the cup from their hands, you blurt it out, “Hange, I’m sorry.” 

“Ah… the—” 

“I know I said we should forget about it but, actually, the only reason I said that is because I thought you had a girlfriend… and! Wait, before you cut me off, I know it was wrong of me to give you a kiss on the cheek that time especially thinking you had a girlfriend already but I just—well, I can’t really apologize for myself because I liked it, and I’ll take accountability for it,” you inhale, feeling the red hue coming back up on your face as Hange stared at you dumbfounded. 

“I thought the peck would’ve been the end of it and I would’ve apologized right after but then you kissed me back! Sure, I liked it—I loved it actually—but the thought of you having a girlfriend at that time shook me to my core and I wanted so badly to clear it up but then I saw you and the blonde one—“ 

Hange interjects this time, “The blonde one—Armin?” 

“Yes! God, this feels so good to get off my chest,” you exclaim, taking a big spoonful of the ice cream, letting your shoulders sag out of relief. “I was… I was so worried about kissing you while you had a girlfriend, you know? I thought you’d sell me out and she’d come to the cafe and slap me or what.” 

The long monologue finally comes to a stop as you lean back on your seat, looking for any semblance of a reaction on their face.

Fortunately, Hange’s just as transparent as you are. Though you couldn’t really fully say that the growing smile on their face is one that says you are so dumb or you’re so fucking pretty let me kiss you again. 

“Aren’t you gonna say something?” You say impatiently. 

Hange’s doesn’t say anything. They don’t do anything—in fact, the only thing they do for the next five minutes is stare at you with amusement in their eyes. 

You’ve finished your coffee crumble ice cream by the time they do decide to move. 

Their very first words have you short-circuiting again. 

“I kissed you that night because I like you.”

You blink at them. Speechless.

“I really didn’t want it to be this emotional or sappy, but I really do like you,” they repeat. Their voice soft and gentle. “I know it didn’t seem like that but I was just too shy to tell you it upfront. Every time you’d write a line on my cup, or wish me a good day, I’d remember it until the next time I stand in line for coffee again.” 

“That’s why when you didn’t write on my cup… I kind of… I kind of spiraled that day.” 

“Spiraled?” 

“I spent a whole fourty-eight hours at the lab. I didn’t go home until Armin dragged me out. Luckily I didn’t have a class at uni that day so…” 

“Oh the—no wait… I think that’s a different day though…” 

Hange furrows their brows, slightly puzzled, “What do you mean?” 

“Levi! They were with you that time you talked to me about your cup.” 

“Oh, him?” Their eyes crinkle upwards and you feel your heart leap. They’re so fucking pretty. “He doesn’t drink coffee, so I’m guessing he ordered black tea,” you nod at them wordlessly, still partly in a trance. “He probably said something to have it rushed too.” 

The two of you share a laugh at how accurate Hange’s assumptions were. They began to tell stories of how they and Levi met at the university. How Levi didn’t even like them in the first place because of how loud and talkative they were. 

Most times they bicker, while sometimes Levi just lets Hange ramble and disturb them whenever they have no classes in the university. Probably enjoying the sound of somebody being with them. Whenever Levi doesn’t really want to see them, Hange said he’ll hide away in Erwin’s office. 

Conversation comes naturally to the two of you. The previous topic of i like you long forgotten as the familiarity seemed to bring you two to a whole ‘nother level of understanding. 

They are just as curious as you had imagined. 

Favorite book, favorite movie, favorite past time; how the mandela effect phenomenon could possibly be explained by science; how Noah's Ark could realistically be made. 

By the time the clock strikes four, just two hours before your cafe opens, Hange’s dropping you off of the front door of your apartment, that familiar look of melancholy on their face. 

“Don’t overthink it, I’m just wondering when I’ll get to take you out again,” Hange beats you to it, already knowing the way your mind works. 

When you try to hit their shoulder in embarrassment, Hange grabs your wrist and pulls you close… not close enough however. The tips of your noses merely brushing together. 

“For the record, I don’t have a girlfriend,” they whisper. 

The two of you standing so close to each other that you could feel the heat radiating off of their body. Their breath fanning over your lips. The topic of girlfriend hadn’t come across the conversation since the first time you brought it up.

They press a chaste kiss over your lips, eyes closed and everything. “So don’t feel guilty, okay?” 

They let go of your wrist, but you pull them down by the collar of their shirt. Taking their lips in yours, aggressively slipping in your tongue as the moment consumes you. Hange grabs at your sides, grinding your hips to theirs, mumbling incoherent words you swallow so eagerly. 

You pull away with lust-blown eyes, the wrecked look on Hange’s face was one you were way too acquainted with. 

As if the hours spent wasn’t enough, the two of you lunge at each other again. This time Hange overpowers you as they press you to your door, inhaling your scent, kissing and sucking at the column of your throat. 

You fumble with the key in your short’s pockets, turning around hastily as you try to find the correct key all the while a hungry scientist grinds against your ass, head nuzzled at the crook of your neck. Their deep groans send shocks straight to your cunt. 

When you finally manage to open the door, the two of you basically make it to the living room before you’re both falling on the carpeted floor with a childish giggle. Your head falling on the cushion that is Hange’s palm. 

“Hey!” Your complaint easily transforms into a fit of laughter as the two of you roll around the floor. They keep your head close, hand by your cheek as your tongues tangle together. 

When you feel their other hand reach up under your shirt, you feel their lips smile into the kiss. They cup your breast over your bra, teasingly kneading the skin over the soft foam. When a moan manages to squeak out of you, they pull away to take your bottom lip in between their teeth, biting down playfully before pulling their hand away.

The two of you roll over again, this time with you on top of them. Holding onto your waist with slender fingers, pulling their legs up so you had somewhere to lean on when you sat up. 

“Don’t you have a class today?” You ask them, tracing the exposed skin by their chest. A sliver of skin shown by the airy linen material. 

Hange rolls the two of you one more time, towering over you now, surrounding your space. Their body slotted in between your legs, the pressure from their own core against yours, through the thin fabric of your shorts, had you near delirious. “Meh. No class ‘til three p.m.. Lucky me, huh.” The smug look on their face makes you look away, trying to hide the warmth coloring your face. 

They click their tongue at you, gently nudging the side of your face to look back at them. “What about you miss boss-lady? Don't you have a coffee shop opening at six?” 

“A coffee shop…” you draw out, jutting out your lips as though contemplating. “Oh–yeah, I remember,” Hange raises both brows at you, their gaze dropping down to your swollen lips. “Good thing I’m the owner.” You let out a laugh, hooking your arms at the back of their neck to take off the hair tie holding up their half-do. Hange grins at you, letting their brunette hair fall down your face as they ravish your lips again. 

You cage them in between your legs. The two of you not breaking the kiss even as Hange surprises you by lifting you up from the floor, arms supporting your back. Hange’s blindlessly walking through your living room until they eventually find your couch. They drop down with a loud thump, your knees straddling their thighs. 

The two of you pull apart with heavy breaths. You could feel your heart beating even stronger against your chest. Then, at the heat of the moment, you rush to pull off your shirt, throwing it to the side just as Hange takes off their glasses. 

You whine, immediately catching their attention. “What is it, boss?”

“Keep the glasses on, doc,” you stop their hands, guiding them to put it back on their face. Hange lets you do so with no problem. “That’s better,” you purr, dipping down and licking a strip of their neck. 

“Well, can I take that off?” Hange looks down at your chest, licking their lips. 

You nod, Hange expertly unclipping strap with one pinch. Your breasts fall freely, vulnerable to Hange’s gaze. 

“Fuck,” they mumble, breathing out your name desperately, “Can—can I touch it, please?” 

“Less talking, more touching.” You groan, cupping your chest, teasing your own nipples.

Hange needs nothing else. They replace your hands with theirs, cupping the heavy underside of your tits as you hiss. They squeeze your breasts together, admiring them shamelessly. Eyes filled with hunger.

They lean down, burying their head in between your breasts with a low appreciative groan. Pressing them against their cheek. Hange darts out their tongue, licking a hot strip up the valley of your breasts before latching onto one stiff nipple. 

You curse, arching your body against their mouth. Hange sucks even harder. Their cheeks hollow out, tongue swirling deliciously around your nipple, the wet sound painfully loud as you keen and whine.

“A-ah! Hange!” Your hands thread through their brunette hair, pulling harshly when they suddenly bite down on your nipple, soothing it with their tongue. Hange hums contentedly, pulling away to stare at you with hooded eyes, a lewd string of saliva connecting the two. 

Their free hand continued kneading your other breast, making sure to not leave one neglected. “You taste so good, pretty girl,” they mumble against your skin, grazing their sharp teeth over your breasts before licking them soothingly. 

Hange’s full attention was devoted to your tits. Sucking them, licking them, biting them. They were so engrossed in tasting you that they didn't notice you grinding your core against their thigh. They probably don’t feel the wetness seeping through your thin panties and onto their trousers. 

“My mouth makes you feel wet, baby? Does it feel good?” 

On second thought, they do. 

“Yes, Hange,” you bite your lip, pushing their upper body to lean on the couch. Your hips moving with a mind on their own, desperate to bring you to your own release. 

Hange watches you with intrigue, leaning back on the couch even more, their hands keeping themselves busy by massaging and rubbing your tits. “Go on then, boss. Let me see you make yourself come.” 

You moan loudly at their words, hips gaining a newfound sense of motivation as you move your body roughly. Grinding your clit against the rough materials, the sensation making you roll your eyes back every time, desperately panting Hange’s name. 

Hange bounces their thigh, smirking when they see your lips fall apart helplessly. 

“I… Hange, I want—I want,” you don’t finish your words, voice falling to a sharp whine when you feel Hange’s hand—who had previously been on your chest—sneak past your shorts and to your lace panties. They gather both sides of your panties in the middle, giving you something to grind on even more. 

“You want what, hmm? Tell me, you’re the boss.” 

Words fail you, the pleasure slowly overcoming your body. Your eyes screw shut, incoherent mumbles leaving your lips instead. The knot in your stomach tightens, on the very brink of giving out. 

You’ve imagined this scenario many times. You’ve fucked yourself to this very moment too many times to even count. Now that you’re living it, you can’t think of one reason why it took this long for it to happen. 

Hange taps your thigh, bringing you back to the present, “Asked you a question, pretty girl.” 

What was the question again? Oh, right. 

“Want to see you,” you manage to blurt out through the haze of pleasure. A series of please following right after, all slurred and breathy; needing that final push. 

You hear Hange’s laugh, but you hear their sharp sigh as well. You open your eyes, jaw dropping as you see Hange’s chest. Their pretty perky breasts are in perfect display, a clean blank canvas waiting for your love-bites. Hange grins, watching your eyes round with greed, already plotting on their body. 

They grab the back of your neck, your hair in between their fingers to keep your attention on them, their other hand gripping the meat of your hips, helping you keep your momentum as you finally feel that hot, piercing pleasure shoot through your spine. Your vision exploding in white spots. 

Hange quickly sits up to wrap their arms around your trembling body, keeping you close to them. Muttering sweet nothings in that deep, smooth voice of theirs. 

“Mhm… you did so well, pretty girl,” they litter kisses all throughout your jaw, running their fingers through your hair, soothing your body from its pulses. “That’s it… ‘m here, don’t worry, baby.” 

When your body finally relaxes in their hold, chest finally heaving normally, Hange smiles at you. “Hey.” 

“Hey.” You sigh, covering your face suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

Hange takes your wrists, pulling them down as they chuckle lightheartedly. “Don’t act shy now, boss,” they say, tilting their head teasingly. 

“I didn’t mean to put myself first,” you sigh, letting your body rest against theirs. “It was just… I don’t know—it felt tooo good not to continue.” You slide your hands over their shoulders. Dropping your gaze to the unbuttoned top they wore, you lick your lips unknowingly as you stare at their tits. “I can, y’know, eat you out, doc. Even things out.”  

They let you cup their breasts, squeezing them together like they did with yours, pooling together enough saliva before letting it drip down their skin. You keep your eyes locked with theirs as you hold out your tongue, slathering your spit all over their tits. 

Hange’s hands tighten around your waist, teeth clenching together. 

You bite on the valley of their right tit, sinking in your teeth just enough until you hear them hiss out a cuss. You lick away the pain, already anticipating the purple bruise that’d come out of it a few hours later. 

“I think I have a better idea, boss,” Hange grunts, adjusting the two of you on the couch. 

You pull away from their tit with a loud pop, spit all over your mouth, “Yeah?” 

They hold the side of your face with a pout, looking around your living room before finally seeing what they’re looking for. “Since you have about, what, two hours before opening,” they look back at you, “How about I cook you breakfast then walk you to work?” 

The loudest ugh! leaves your lips, humping their abdomen once as though protesting. 

“C’mon… It's always busy in the morning! You need the energy!” 

“But I haven’t even made you come yet,” you huff out, pulling back their hair. “And I’ve barely even seen you yet. I want to taste you, Hange.” 

“Believe me, you will, pretty girl,” they assure you, pulling you in close to kiss you one more time. The simple kiss turning into another heated make-out. “But I gotta put some energy in you first, boss. Can’t have you sleepy around the cafe now can I?” 

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes at them, cupping their tits one more time, pressing a wet kiss on each valley before getting off their lap. “You just want free coffee from me.” 

“That too,” Hange jests, landing a slap on your ass. 

You glare at them, quickly disappearing into your room to grab a tank top. When you get back out, Hange’s waiting for you at the small kitchenette, the buttons of their top still unbuttoned, just as you had silently wanted. 

“You hid them away,” Hange furrows their brows, “Not fair.” 

You pull the front of your top down, playfully shaking your shoulders. The frown on their face easily turns upside down, eyes brightening at the sight of your tits.  

“Breakfast, Hange. You said breakfast,” you hold a palm to their lips when you come to their side, stopping them from bending down and doing something that is definitely not part of cooking breakfast. 

“Whatever!”

“G-Get naked?” you repeated, looking at her a little terrified. 

“Well, obviously, dear. It’s a check up!”she said, voice soft like she was explaining something obvious to a shy little patient. “How else are we supposed to give you a proper examination?”

Your heart hammered while you peeled off your clothes under her gaze. “O-okay… if it’s really necessary,” you mumbled, voice shaky as you folded everything neatly. 

Suguru didn’t even pretend to look away. She leaned against the counter, thick thighs pressed together, the short skirt riding up so high you could almost see the curve where her ass met her legs. Every time you hesitated, she hummed softly, encouraging you.

“Such a pretty patient.”

By the time you were completely bare, sitting on the edge of the exam table with your arms awkwardly crossed over your chest, the door opened and Doctor Ieiri stepped in. Shoko’s white coat was barely buttoned, the deep V of her cleavage on full display, black lace bra peeking out like it was part of the uniform. Her hair was messy in an effortlessly hot way, and the smirk she gave you made your stomach flip.

“Oh good, you’re already undressed,” Shoko said as she walked over. “I hate wasting time. How’s my favorite girl been?”

“I-I’ve been okay, Doctor,” you whispered, trying not to squirm too much under their stares. Suguru moved behind you first, warm hands sliding over your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles there. “Still carrying all that tension in your back, hm? Poor thing. We told you what would help last time.”

Shoko stepped between your parted knees, gloved fingers already tracing lightly down your arms, then up your sides. Her touch was clinical at first, but the way she squeezed your waist, letting her thumbs brush just under your breasts, felt anything but. 

“Have you been touching yourself like we recommended?” Shoko asked casually, eyes locked on yours while her hands roamed higher, cupping your breasts and giving them a thorough squeeze. “Be honest, sweetheart. We need to know if you’ve been following doctor’s orders.”

Your breath hitched as you nodded quickly. “Y-yes… almost every night.”

Suguru’s hands drifted lower, massaging your lower back before sliding around to your hips. Her breath was warm against your ear. “We worry about you when you don’t listen. A healthy pussy needs regular attention, you know. Orgasms help with everything; stress, sleep, even that stubborn back pain.”

“I know, Nurse Suguru,” you breathed out, voice soft and embarrassed. “I’ve been trying.”

Shoko’s fingers teased your nipples until they hardened under her touch, rolling them gently while she watched your face. “Mmm, responsive as always. Good girl. Now tell Nurse Suguru the truth. Have you been playing with this pretty cunt? Or have you been a naughty patient who needs us to demonstrate again?”

“I… I have been,” you admitted, cheeks flaming hotter. “But sometimes I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”

Suguru’s hand slipped down to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh as she spread your legs a little wider on the table. “We can check everything today. You’ll let us, won’t you? You’ve been such a perfect patient so far.”

“Yes… you can check,” you whispered, already so wet from their touches and words. The heat between your legs was unbearable.

Shoko leaned in closer, lips brushing your collarbone as she said, “Show us how you usually touch yourself, baby. We want to make sure you’re doing it right. And if you’re not, well, we’ll have to correct you.”

You hesitated for a second, then slowly reached down, sliding your fingers between your slick folds with a shaky little moan. “Like this… I ah usually rub my clit in circles when I get really worked up.”

Suguru chuckled softly, her fingers tracing teasing circles on the inside of your thigh, inching closer but never quite there. “Don’t be shy now. We’re professionals. Just spread those legs a little more for us and show Doctor Ieiri exactly how you make yourself cum. We’ll watch very closely.” 

You spread your legs wider like they wanted, cheeks burning as you started circling your swollen clit with shaky fingers. Both of them watched so intently it made your whole body flush hotter. A needy whine slipped out before you could stop it.

“That's my good girl,” Suguru praised, she leaned in closer, one hand still on your thigh. “A little faster, darling, you don’t have to be so gentle with it.”

You moaned softly, fingers moving quicker under her guidance, hips twitching a little. “It feels– ngh… so much better when you’re both watching,” you admitted, voice turning whiny as the pleasure built fast. Your pussy was soaked, slick sounds filling the room while Shoko’s eyes stayed glued between your legs.

“Such a pretty cunt,” Shoko said, licking her lips. “Keep going, baby. Show us how desperate you can get.”

You got louder, needier, little gasps and whimpers falling from your mouth as you rubbed tighter circles. “Please… I’m getting mmph– close already.”

Suguru smiled, her fingers stroking your inner thigh encouragingly. “Don’t hold back. Let us hear those cute noises.”

Right when you were right on the edge, thighs trembling and breaths coming in short desperate pants, Shoko’s hand suddenly caught your wrist, pulling your fingers away. You let out a frustrated whine, hips bucking into nothing.

“No, no, not yet,” she said calmly, though her smirk was pure teasing. “We can’t let you cum that easily, sweetheart.”

You squirmed on the table, so close it hurt, pussy throbbing and aching for release. “Doctor… please, I was so close,” you whimpered.

Shoko tilted her head, still holding your wrist while Suguru’s hand stayed teasingly close to where you needed it. “If you want to cum today, you’re going to have to ask us nicely.”

You bit your lip, face burning with humiliation and heat as you looked between them. “Please… I need your help. My pussy’s aching so bad. Can you please touch me and make me cum? I’ll be so good for you both, just… please don’t leave me like this.” 

Suguru hummed approvingly, her fingers finally brushing against your slick folds. “See? Wasn’t that easy, darling? Now let’s take really good care of you.”

Suguru’s fingers didn’t waste any time. She slid two thick digits right into your dripping pussy while Shoko moved in closer, taking over your tits with both hands. You moaned loud, back arching as Suguru started pumping slowly, curling her fingers just right against that spot inside you.

“Oh fuck… Nurse Suguru,” you whimpered, legs shaking already.

“That’s it, darling. So tight and wet for us,” Suguru cooed, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into her hot mouth while her thumb found your clit and rubbed firm circles. Shoko pinched and rolled your other nipple, squeezing your breasts like she owned them.

Shoko smirked against your skin. “Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds. You really did miss us, huh?”

You could only nod frantically, hips grinding down on Suguru’s fingers as they fucked you faster. “Yes… I need it so bad. Please don’t stop, I’m gonna—ahh!”

Suguru switched to three fingers, stretching you open while her thumb kept working your swollen clit in messy strokes. Shoko bit down lightly on your nipple, then soothed it with her tongue, her hands groping and kneading your tits the whole time.

“Come on, baby,” Shoko whispered. “Cum hard for us. Make a mess all over Nurse Suguru’s hand like a good girl.”

The pressure built so fast it made your head spin. You got whinier, desperate little cries spilling out as your thighs clamped around Suguru’s wrist. “I’m cumming— fuck, I’m cumming ahh!”

Your whole body tensed up, pussy clenching tight around Suguru’s fingers as you came with a broken moan. Slick gushed out around her hand, dripping down your thighs and onto the exam table while they kept touching you through it. Suguru didn’t slow down, fucking you through every wave until you were shaking and oversensitive, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt.

Shoko kissed your neck softly, still playing with your tits. “Good girl. Such a pretty orgasm.”

You panted heavily, still twitching from the aftershocks. “T-Thank you… that felt so good,” you whispered, fucked out already. Suguru pulled her fingers out slowly, showing you how shiny and wet they were before licking them clean with a filthy little smile.

“See? Told you regular check-ups are important,” Suguru said sweetly, her hand going back to rub your sensitive clit lightly. “Now breathe for us, darling. We still have to make sure you cum even harder next time.”

Eren keeps you distracted, playing with your tits and twirling the hair of your bush. "Eren, touch me. Please," you beg her without thinking, you want to press your thighs together for some sort of pleasure, but Eren keeps you lock in your place.

"Ah-ah. Mikasa is doing all the work today, be nice to her." She pats your mound, riiiight above your clit and makes you whimper, your head falling on her shoulder.

Now Mikasa comes out of the bathroom, with a decent sized strap hanging between her legs. She doesn't look at any of you as she climbs in the bed.

"Is... is this okay?" she asks, lowering her face to your open pussy.

"It's more than okay, right baby?" Eren answers for you, finally touching you to spread your folds for Mikasa. You nod, eyeing the pink strap as Mikasa gets closer.

"I-I don't know how to do this," Mikasa mutters, touching your thighs to keep you open.

"That's why she's here, to help you learn," Eren reminds her. "Feel how wet she is, baby, she's gonna swallow your cock good."

Eren runs her fingers up and down your folds, gathering enough wetness that a string of your juices keeps connecting them even after she lifts her fingers from your pussy. She brings them to her own mouth, sucking them and swirling her tongue around them with an obscene sound.

"C'mon, she's waiting," Eren reminds her, patting your thigh.

Mikasa nods with a little whimper, coating her strap with your wetness and leaning down. Up close you can see how red she is. "Tell me if it hurts, please."

"Easy, Mika," Eren whispers. She keeps one arm wrapped around your waist, her other hand slides down, gentle fingers wrapping around the base of the strap to help guide it. "She's so wet for you already, feel that?"

You whimper as the thick head pushes past your folds, stretching you open inch by inch. It's not too big, but the way Mikasa's eyes widen when she sinks in makes your belly flutter.

"Oh… it's so warm," she breathes, her hips twitching forward without meaning to. She bottoms out with a little gasp, like she can actually feel you clenching around her.

"Fuck… Mikasa," you whine, your head tipping back against Eren's shoulder. Your hands grab at the sheets, thighs trembling in her hold.

Eren chuckles low, kissing the side of your neck. "Good girl. Look at her, baby. She's taking you so well." She nips at your ear, then speaks to Mikasa again, soft and patient. "Now don't pull out all the way, just grind in deep. Yeah, like that. Feel how she squeezes? That's how you know she's loving it."

Mikasa nods quickly, biting her lip as she starts to move. Her thrusts are shy at first, a little clumsy, but every time you let out a whimper she gets bolder. The strap drags against that perfect spot inside you and your back arches, a needy sound spilling from your throat.

"P-please ahh… more," you beg, voice already broken.

"You're doing amazing, Mika," Eren praises, one hand coming up to cup Mikasa's breast and give it a gentle squeeze. That makes Mikasa moan softly, her hips snapping forward a little harder. She leans down over you, pretty face flushed, dark hair falling around her shoulders. Her tits brush against your chest with every thrust and she looks lost in it.

Eren keeps guiding her, whispering instructions right by your ear so you both hear. "Rub against her clit when you go in. She's getting so loud for you, hear that?"

And you are. Whining and whimpering with every roll of Mikasa's hips, your pussy fluttering around the strap as pleasure builds hot and fast in your core. Mikasa's breathing hard above you, little gasps escaping her each time she buries herself inside.

"You feel so good," she mumbles to herself, eyes half-lidded. "I-I can feel you… you're pulsing around me."

"Fuck, wait I'm close," you warn them, even thought you know damn well neither of them is going to slow down

Eren smiles against your skin, her fingers finally dipping down to circle your clit in tight little strokes. "Let her use you, baby. Cum all over her cock."

The combination is too much. Mikasa's steady thrusts, Eren's perfect touches, the way they both watch you falling apart between them. Your whole body tightens, thighs shaking as you cry out. Pleasure crashes over you hard, your orgasm ripping through you so intense you squirt around the strap, soaking Mikasa's hips and the sheets beneath you.

Mikasa gasps, eyes wide with awe. "Oh my god, you… you did that because of me?" She sounds so happy, so proud, even as her own thighs tremble.

"Y-yeah. You fucked me so good, Mika."

Eren laughs softly, kissing your temple while you pant and shiver in her arms. "Our good girl. You did so well for us, Mika. Both of you."

Foolish, polite woman. 

You were wearing just your bikini top and a long skirt that was getting wet in the shoreline, so she patted a place in the rock beside her as she presented herself. 

“Yuki.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” you told her, as you jumped and sat by her side. 

She took the opportunity to inspect your face, you had features different from hers. There were no gills in your neck and definitely no scale-covered legs, you didn’t need to be wet enough to not dry in the sun. You were a mere human. Oh, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t think you were stunning. Maybe it was because you didn’t show an ounce of fear at her, but she wanted to keep you by her side a little longer, she wanted to have your face close to her. 

“What were you doing on the beach this early?” she asked after she realized she’d been staring at you for a long time.

You shrugged, leaning into your palms and not caring about the marks in them for the rocks. “I needed some air from all the chaos.”

“Chaos?” She tilted her head, looking for your gaze again. 

“My home,” you explained. “It’s chaotic inside and here it’s calm.”

“Why?”

You laughed, your shoulders shaking. “I don’t know you well enough to tell you my family issues, don’t you think?”

“Hm,” she muttered, looking visibly disappointed. “Then come back tomorrow to get to know me more. I’ll be here every morning.”

She didn’t even look at you while saying it, but for the next month, you were there every morning, chatting with Yuki until the sun fully appeared, you had to go back to your house and she had to go back to the deepest part of the ocean.

In all that month, Yuki thought she had you hooked, she was sure you were already in love and obsessed with her. You even held hands once! That’s literally a love confession. 

But this morning, she realized that she was the one totally gone for the young woman that came to visit her. Because this morning you didn’t appear, at first she thought you were running late, but after an hour, she accepted that you weren’t coming today. 

She spent all day thinking about you, fantasizing about your voice, about what could’ve happened to you. What if you were in danger? She couldn’t help you at all. Yuki wandered through the depths of the sea with only you in her mind. She didn’t even realize that her thoughts turned rather inappropriate. She started thinking about your hands, your cute fingers touching her hair and teasing her nipples, your body pressed to her as she kissed your pretty lips until sore. She wanted to touch you so bad, she wanted to test how wet she could make you just with her fingers. 

That night, she had the wettest dream about you and her, and the next morning when you appeared, she needed to recreate it.

The next morning, you finally showed up at the rocks, your cheeks already flushed with guilt before you even reached her. Yuki was waiting, her long blonde hair catching the early sunlight and her purple tail flicking restlessly in the shallow water. You started apologizing right away, the words tumbling out fast. 

“I’m so sorry, Yuki. Things got crazy last night and I couldn’t sneak out. I didn’t mean to leave you waiting, I felt awful all day thinking about it.”

She didn’t let you finish, Yuki reached out and pulled you straight into her lap, you never realized how strong she was until her arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped, your hands landing on her bare shoulders as you settled against her cool tail. The sudden closeness made your heart race, her skin was smooth and a little slick from the sea, and her full breasts pressed against you through the thin seaweed covering.

“It’s okay. You can apologize with a kiss,” she said, breathless. 

Before you could even nod, she tilted her head and captured your lips in a deep and needy kiss. She was starving for you, her tongue sliding against yours, tasting salt and sea. She moaned softly into your mouth, her hands sliding down your back to grip your hips tighter.

“I missed you so damn much,” she whispered against your lips. “I was thinking about you, too. Gods, the dreams I had…” Her fingers traced up your sides, teasing under your bikini top until you shivered. “I need you, baby. You have no idea what you do to me.”

You blinked, your body already responding to her touch even if your mind was spinning. “Yuki, what’s got you so needy?”

She kissed you again, her tail curling around your legs to hold you closer. Her hands roamed, one slipping between you to stroke your bare thigh. “You. Your absence drove me crazy. Tell me you need me too.”

You nodded quickly, cheeks burning. “Yes. I need you, Yuki. I really do.”

Her eyes flashed with pure want. She smiled, pulling you even tighter against her body. “Would you ride my tail for me?” Her hand guided yours down to the thick base of her purple tail, letting you feel the flexible scales that twitched under your touch. “It’ll feel amazing for both of us, I promise.”

You hesitated for half a second, but the way she looked at you, so flushed and needy, made heat pool low in your belly. With a shy little nod, you shifted in her lap, pushing your bikini to the side and straddling the thick part of her tail. The scales felt incredible against your inner thighs, cool at first but warming fast from your body. Yuki groaned loudly as you started to move, slow rolls of your hips that rubbed your most sensitive spot right against her.

“Fuck, yes,” she breathed, her hands on your waist helping you find a rhythm. “Just like that. You look so pretty riding me.” 

She leaned in to kiss your neck, sucking marks onto your skin while her tail flexed and shifted beneath you, pressing up to meet every grind. Her own arousal was obvious, her body trembling, little gasps escaping her as she watched you. 

“It’s-It’s so good, Yuki, you feel so so mmph!” You drop your head back, a sudden hit of pleasure as she grazes your clit just how you like it. 

She grabbed your ass, helping you grind faster. “Fuck, I can feel you dripping on my tail. Keep going, please.”

You moaned louder, letting yourself go. The tail flexed beneath you, like it was alive and trying to please you back, the ridges catching against your clit with every roll of your hips. Yuki leaned in and tugged your bikini top down with her teeth, freeing your breasts so she could latch onto one nipple, sucking hard while her tongue swirled. The wet sounds mixed with the gentle waves lapping at the rocks, making everything feel even dirtier.

You were losing it fast, your thighs shook around her tail as you rode harder, grinding down with needy little circles. “Y-Yuki feels so good... your tail is making me…”

She pulled off your nipple with a wet pop, breathing heavy against your skin. “Soak my tail, pretty girl.”

Your body tensed up, hips jerking as the pleasure hit you hard. You cried out her name, riding through it, your pussy clenching and pulsing as you came all over her beautiful purple scales. Slick wetness gushed from you, coating her tail in shiny streaks that mixed with the sea water. You kept grinding through the waves, slower now but still desperate, leaving a messy shine all over her.

Yuki moaned loudly like she came just from feeling it, she kept holding you close while she watched the evidence of your orgasm drip down her scales. “Look at that, you made such a pretty mess on me.”

She was already playing with your bottoms, letting you know that she wanted and needed a better taste.

you kneel in between mika's legs, stroking your fingers over your dripping pussy. she looks beautiful like this, legs spread open and face blushes. you lower your lips so that you can gaze your tongue over her slit. she shakes under your touch, but encourages you to continue. you flatten your tongue on her core, licking up and down on her slit.

"try sucking on her clit." sasha suggests, brushing your hair off your face. you smile up at her with your face still in between mika's thighs. you softly suck on her clit and you eyes go wild when she starts squirming on the bed.

"i wanna taste you too." sasha whines, getting behind you to caress your butt and thighs. you arch your back at her as a sign that she can get what she wants.

"good girl." she whispers before diving in between your thighs. you yelp when her tongue touches your clit for the first time. it's a foreign sensation but it's far from now enjoyable.

"please more." mikasa moans from under you, grabbing your hair desperately to force your head in to her pussy again. you lap at her cunt again but it's hard to concentrate when sasha eats you out like her life depends on it. you can almost feel your head spinning from all the pleasure you're receiving and from mika's moans.

you whine in disapproval when sasha stands up behind you.

"i think you're ready for something different." she chuckles before running up to her closet to get something. your eyes go wide when you notice a large dildo in her hands.

"that's too big. i won't be able to take it." you stutter out, looking at her with scared expression. she leans down to kiss your back, "don't worry. im gonna make you take it."

she rubs her fingers over your entrance, pushing one of them in. you moan from the stretch but your noises are quickly muffled by mika's pussy. she gives you an angry pout and it makes you only eat her out harder.

sasha adds another finger and soon her whole hand is dripping in your juices.

"i think she's read." mikasa says, looking down at both of you. you feel that she's close by the way she's breathing. she bites her lip and pinches her nipple, encouraging you to continue.

sasha presses the toy against your entrance, making you clench your fists in the bedding. the stretch hurts but you know that with sasha's experience, it's gonna feel amazing soon.

"oh fuck." you scream when she slams in. your whole body jumps halfly onto mika's body and she wraps her arms around you. she kisses you passionately while sasha rams into you from behind. your fingers find her clit, rubbing it while you make out.

"gosh, you look so good." sasha moans out, her thrusts becoming harder. she would be lying if she said that the strap doesn't rub against her clit beautifully.

"im going to cum." you whimper against mika's lips and she responds by moaning into your mouth. your fingers speed their movements on her clit and she comes undone under you.

"take what i give you." sasha grunts behind you, her thrusts hitting your right spot. you feel mika's fingers rubbing your clit, bringing you over the edge. you cum with a loud scream, making both of the girls moan at the noise.

"that was great." sasha says, pulling out of you and smiling at you. you cuddle against mikasa's body, opening your arms for sasha to get in between them.