Hot To Go! (Hange X Fem!Reader)

Hot to Go! (Hange x fem!Reader)

tags: drinking, modern setting, smut, one night stand, or is it?

It was another normal week for you; Wake up, go to work, go home, sleep, and then repeat. But for some reason you've been feeling so drained and exhausted by the repetitiveness of the days. Although you love your job and the life that you have now, you find yourself thinking that it has been lacking thrill and drama. So when your coworkers invited you for a drink, you didn’t hesitate to come.

So there you are, drinking your third cocktail of the night, spacing out because the conversation amongst your coworkers was getting boring, but you didn’t mind it. You had no regrets about coming here. The bar is lively, the interiors are flashy, and the music is good. You were alone in your thoughts when you heard a cheerful “Hi! What’s a pretty girl doing here on a weekday?”

You look for the source of the deep voice to find a tall and androgynous figure. The blood circulating in your body has rushed to your face and all you could think is Wow. hot. Hot. Hot!!

“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.”

It’s quite awkward sleeping on the same bed with someone you met just a few hours ago, but the both of you were too sleepy and tired to care. Before you drifted to sleep, you made a mental note to yourself to get Hange’s number in the morning. A person this beautiful and passionate about their ambitions and in bed cannot be a one time thing. No, you need to be their wife immediately.

present time modern au where they’re all alive and well ty very much

hii this is kinda out there but do you think hange would ever let you use the strap on them?

Yes absolutely. I believe that Hange finds pleasure in making their partner feel good. So, if strapping them would bring their partner satisfaction then that would be enough of a reason for Hange to agree. But I like to think that Hange would still be the dominant one. They would guide them on what to do and praise them when they do well. They would say things like “Yeah just like that.” and “You're doing so well for me.”.

Thank u for this anon!! As always, feel free to ask/request stuff. I feel more motivated to write that way hehe <3

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thinking of bassist hange

Male gaze Hane zoe is the most scariest thing ever. No matter what gender you hc them as you have to admit that Hanji would not be wearing a scantily made dress with dainty little flowers on it