"Yelena?" I asked, leaning back on the dresser.
"Hey (y/n), listen I don't want things to be awkward between us now that you're dating Hange..." She said, sliding her hands into her pockets.
"I didn't think things were ever awkward between us, I'm sorry." I frowned, my eyes anxiously looking from Yelena to the door.
Yelena stared for a second, her face unreadable as she stood there. "I just thought I would say something since you know...and from what Hange said." Her hand made it's way to the back of her neck, her eyes not leaving mine.
I stopped. Had Hange said something? I was sure I would have remembered if they said something.
"I'm sorry, what did Hange say?"
The room got uncomfortably quiet, the two of us saying more with our facial expressions than words themselves.
Finally, Yelena broke the silence. "Listen, I really don't want to intrude on your relationship. I think it's best if you just have a conversation with them." She smiled softly before holding her hand up to say goodbye, opening the door and leaving my dressing room.
I let my head fall back, an anxious feeling in my stomach. Yelena was right, and I knew that. However, the feeling of wanting to know mixed with the thought of confrontation made me sick. I grabbed my stuff and went to leave, opening the door to see Hange approaching.
"Hey beautiful." They smiled, resting their hands on my hips as they gently reached down to kiss my forehead.
Maybe they didn't realize, Hange tended to be in their own world more than half of the time.
I smiled, instantly relaxing with their touch. "Was Yelena just in there?"
I was afraid they could feel my body tense up, no longer relaxed as I looked up at them. I shouldn't lie, it was likely they saw Yelena leave my room anyways. However the truth was yes, Yelena was in my room. I could lie about why, which would save the both of us from an awkward conversation, but the thought of lying to Hange made me want to die.
"Well, yes." I started, watching as they anxiously but the inside of their lip. It was subtle, but I noticed.
"So...why?" Hange's eyes looked relaxed, but I can just sense when they get anxious. If i'm being completely honest, though I don't completely blame them, the lack of trust stung if that was the case of their worry.
"She honestly caught me by surprise, I thought it was you who had come into my room." I started off, a small smile making its way onto their face.
"She just said she didn't want things to be weird between us, now that we would be working on set and everything again."
Their hands slowly slid down my sides before moving to their pockets. shit. The Hange comment they had made floated around in my head, and I wouldn't be me if I found an indirect way to address it.
"I wasn't so surprised that she came to see me after she mentioned her conversation with you, so I guess in the end she just wanted to speak to both of us and get things cleared up."
Never let the other person know how much you know. Some advice Eren out of all people had told me once.
They looked slightly surprised at my knowledge of their conversation, although I hardly knew anything at all. Their eyebrows were raised slightly as their hands began to fidget in their pockets.
"We can talk about this later, I'm hungry." I smiled, beginning to walk as they followed. I wasn't sure when I gained control of the situation, but now I had it.
Levi and Erwin joined us for lunch despite the mounds of work they most likely had waiting for them, but it was nice to get out with them for once.
"So (y/n)," Erwin started, making me feel as though I was talking to a family member, "are you ready for filming?" He asked, reaching for a slice of bread from the basket in the center of the table.
Levi swatted his his, giving him major side-eye. "That's your fifth piece, leave some for the lady." He said under his breath, causing me to laugh as I slid the basket closer to Erwin.
"Im excited, but I don't know how long those feelings would last once we actually begin." I sighed, a smile on my face. Hange gently placed their hand on my knee, causing me to get warmer.
"You don't have to lie." Levi said nonchalantly. "I hate filming." He shrugged, Erwin now giving the menacing look.
"You do not." Hange chimed in, their hand subtly sliding to my thigh.
"Truly, I do. You guys are a pain in the ass."
Though he would never admit it, I swear on my life I saw a smile behind held back by his formal composure.
Since Jean took everyone else home, Erwin and Levi had offered us a ride home.
We all left a tip on the table before grabbing our things in leaving, making great timing as the restaurant had just began to get busy. I felt a tug at my arm, pulling me back. I could feel Hange's breath against my neck as they knelt down by my ear to whisper something.
"So darling, your place or mine?"
I wanted to lean my head back against their body, to melt at their words, at the sound of their voice. Instead I cleared my throat, glancing around the area before forming a response. "Im sure everyone will be waiting back at mine."
"So my place it is." They winked as they walked past me, my legs hesitantly following after them.
"Hurry up you two, just because I have all day does not mean I wish to spend it with you." Levi waved, Hange and I rushing to keep up as we reached the sidewalk. "You love us." I beamed, wrapping my arm around Levi's shoulder.
He grunted, softly shoving my head to the side. "I didn't hear a no..." I smirked, nudging his shoulder as he continued to walk.
"I'll take this as an opportunity to remind you who is driving you home." Levi smiled back, dangling the keys in front of my face.
"Because you just love us so much, how kind!" Hange joined in, Erwin laughing softly.
"If it helps you sleep better at night." Levi muttered, a small smile on his face.
Once we were in the car, Erwin's white suburban dad music playing, Hange spoke up. "Just drop us both off at my place."
I felt the butterflies growing in my stomach, subtly side eyeing them before relaxing in my seat. "Oh to be young and in love." Erwin smiled, looking in the rearview mirror.
Hange and I quickly glanced at each other, the tension immediately building as the car grew quiet. "Way to fuck things up." Levi said, turning towards Erwin.
Hange awkwardly laughed, my hands twisting and pulling on my bracelet. Erwin's hand slowly reached for the volume knob on the dash, his fingers slowly rotating the circle as the volume grew significantly louder, feeling the silence of the vehicle.
Once they had dropped us off we immediately made our way to their room, Hange's hand wrapped around my waist the entire time. Things were already semi-awkward from the car still, so the thought of bringing up the Yelena conversation from early didn't seem completely off the table.
I couldn't decide whether or not to say anything, but all I was sure about was that I wanted my clothes to be on Hange's bedroom floor soon, and that conversation didn't seem like the right starter for that scenerio.
"Are you not cold?" They asked, throwing themself on the couch.
"quite the opposite, really" I thought to myself, our eyes locking as that small smile they always did made it's way onto their face, making my heart throb.
Hange was usually touchy, but after Yelena left my room they had been extra hands-on, not that I minded in the slightest. If anything it made me want to be on top of them, or underneath, i'm not picky.
I made my way over to the couch where they were laying, their phone now in their hand as they were scrolling. The entire couch was empty except for the portion their splayed our body took up, which is exactly where I chose to sit. I straddled their waist, Hange letting their phone drop onto their chest as their hands immediately found their way towards my hips.
"oh?" They smirked, and I would be lying if I said it hadn't melted me. Hange's eyes darted around my body, full of excitement which they had no intention of containing.
"What?" I asked, pretending to be clueless, though it was hard to hold back my smile as their eyebrow raised. "So you're sitting here because...."
"Because there's nowhere else to sit, obviously." I smiled, my hands now placed on their abdomen. "Of course, of course. No other reason." Their voice trailed off as their hands slowly made it to the waistband of my shorts, playfully tugging them down a bit.
I leaned forward, my lips hovering above theirs. "Not unless you want there to be."
I could feel as they exhaled against my lips, anticipation growing as my hands slowly slid up their shirt, their small smile growing.
I finally let my lips fall onto theirs, their hands immediately sliding into my shorts and grabbing my ass. Their tongue slid against mine, my head tilting, all I could think about was how badly I wanted it to slide all over my body.
I pulled back for a second, breathing heavily with a smile on my face. They wasted no time, quickly sitting up so that their lips could collide with my neck, making me breathe even harder. "You knew exactly what you were doing." I said in-between breaths, my fingers entangling in their hair.
"Did I now?" They teased between kisses, their hands sliding up my back whilst pressing themself against my neck, their breath against my sensitive skin.
I looked down at them, reaching down to lift their shirt up, throwing it off of their body. I moved my hands to the back of their neck, pulling them closer to me as I pressed my lips against theirs once again.
My hips slowly began to grind against theirs, an unexpected moan from Hange fueling me even more as I smiled against their lips. Their hands swiftly guided me against their lap, my breath becoming shaky as my forehead pressed against theirs.
"So what exactly am I doing?" They asked, the sound of their voice driving me crazy.
"Fucking me, of course." I smiled against them, my hands sliding back to take off my own shirt. "You're such a predictable girl, you know that right?" They teased, their hands immediately reaching for my chest.
I reached back to undo the clip holding my hair up, letting it fall down as Hange stared in admiration. "Is that such a bad thing?"
"I never said that." They winked, their hand quickly adjusting their glasses before tracing down my exposed core, sliding under the sweatpant-like material of my my shorts.
I pressed my lips together, the feeling of their hand creating friction against my clit satisfying a desire that had been lurking all afternoon.
"Now darling, you know better than to do that." They cocked their head to the side, looking from their hand to my lips. I slowly let them separate, watching as a look of approval showed across their face. "Good girl."
I couldn't help but let my head fall back, my face was definitely burning hot. "Are you blushing?" They laughed softly, their hand applying more pressure to the sensitive spot.
I gasped, my hips automatically grinding against them. Every time they opened their mouth it seemed to send me even more over the edge. "I don't think you know how much power you have over me." I smiled, shaking my head.
"Maybe not." They shrugged, removing their hand from my shorts and returning it to my waist. They grabbed on tightly to my sides, throwing me back onto the corner of the sectional.
My hand automatically slid back, grabbing onto the cushion behind me as Hange climbed over me. "You really want this, huh?" They asked, sliding my shorts down.
"Are you calling me desperate?" I furrowed my eyebrows, Hange smiling. Their fingertip slowly traced along the thin layer of cotton, my hips bucking up towards them at their touch.
"You said it- and proved it, not me." They said defensively, their finger continuing to lightly graze the covered area. "Just shut up and eat me out already." I groaned, my back arching.
They laughed, just adding to the desperation "And the truth comes out." They flashed a smile, now sliding two fingers over the covered area. "As bad as i'm sure your want that (y/n), where would the fun in getting straight to the point be when I could just tease you relentlessly?"
I rolled my eyes, my legs tensing under their touch as their constant teasing made me even hornier. Soon enough their entire hand was stimulating my still covered clit, their eyes watching their careful rhythmic motions before looking back at me as I watched them, waiting for their next move.
My chest had already began to rise and fall quite fast, making them satisfied with their work. "Close already?" They teased, removing their hand from my body entirely. I couldn't help but squirm under them, their arms caging me in.
"At least say please." They smiled, leaning down to kiss my neck again. My hands made their way to their back, yearning for their body to be close to mine as I felt them roughly leave their marks.
"Please." I said between breathy moans, their mouth gliding along my neck. "Please what, princess?"
Their hand softly caressed my cheek as they backed their head up to get a better look at my pleading face. I grabbed their hand, moving it under the cotton lining directly onto my clit. "Please."
What first displayed itself as shock was quickly washed away with admiration, their fingers beginning to move in slow circles over my throbbing clit.
My eyes shut in pleasure, a small smile making its way to my open lips. "You like that?" Hange asked, the answer obvious as the quickest thing to leave my mouth was a moan for a response.
The only word able to leave my open mouth was "please" watching as their fingers continued to move in slow, excruciating circles.
"Such a needy girl." Hange shook their head, glancing up at me, hiding their smile with a look of disapproval.
My phone buzzed on the coffee table, both of us looking towards the sound. Without even thinking, my hand had subconsciously reached down to hold Hange's hand in place. "Keep going." I pleaded with them, my longing eyes meeting their gaze.
"It might be Sasha." They said, reaching for the phone.
from: my wife🫶🏻
drinks @ the boys' place??
Hange read the text out loud, looking for a reaction. However the only emotion I was capable of showing was frustration, the unintentional edging making Hange even more tempting.
"I feel like usually the roles are deceaseds between us." Hange laughed, standing up from the couch.
"Where are you going?" I groaned, slowly bringing my legs together, rolling over to face them.
"To get ready for drinks, of course." They flashed their stupid attractive smile, they knew what they were doing.
I was still in the bummy clothes I had worn to set and I didn't feel like changing, it was only my close friends anyways.
"What're you planning, Hange..." I asked, raising an eyebrow in their direction as I sat on the bed, watching them change.
"Why would you think I had something planned?" They asked, pretending to be offended. I rolled my eyes, Hange turning back to face me. They stared at me for a second, analyzing my body, the way I sat, staring back at them. They had the ability to make me feel like the prettiest girl in the world dressed as a broke college student.
I couldn't help but let my mind wonder, the vanity which day behind them flooding in memories of past...experiences. Ones I wouldn't mind recreating at that.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Hange asked, closer to my face than I had realized. Barely a second had passed before their lips met mine, their body carefully pushing me back onto their bed, once again helpless underneath them.
A few seconds into the passionate kiss my hitched breath had interrupted our rhythm, their knee slowly pressing in-between my legs. "I hate you." I said breathlessly against their lips, smiling.
"Sure sounds like it." They teased, pressing further against me, planting a few harsh kissed against my neck before getting up. Again.
"Are you sure you don't want to shower first?" I asked innocently, their intoxicating laugh filling the room. "You're down tremendously, (y/n)."
Back at the Connie, Jean, and Marco's place, Sasha waited impatiently for (y/n) and Hange to arrive.
"What's taking so long??" Sasha groaned, leaning back on their sofa. Connie and Jean exchanged a look before snickering, Sasha rolling her eyes.
"You know they're capable of holding conversation, or going out to lunch." She defended, sitting back up. "But you're probably right."
"We didn't say anything." Connie said defensively, shrugging before opening the fridge to grab his first drink of the afternoon.
Hange opened the door, myself following close behind. The mostly black furnished apartment was cleaner than usual, which was strange. "Did someone have a girl over?" I asked, the lack of snacks and clothing scattered around, a clear sign something was up.
"Can we not be clean?" Jean asked, Connie nodding cluelessly in agreement. I continued to give him a look until he finally started to crack. "Bro code." Connie interrupted, spiking all of our interest.
"I need a drink." Jean said, abruptly turning towards the fridge to grab a can. "It must be Marco." Hange chimed in, elbowing me.
"Because if it were either of them, we would've had an earful already." Sasha added, laughing.
The entire room paused as we slowly heard a door open. I made eye contact with Connie, his eyes wide as he desperately looked around the room for something else to focus his attention on.
Slowly, Marco made his way out of the room, peaking his head around the corner. "Hey guys, it's getting late and im super tired, do you mind moving this over to (y/n) and Sasha's place?" He asked, pretending to yawn.
I wasn't buying it, and you could tell Sash wasn't either. Eyebrow raised she stood up, myself following closely behind her as he backed up. "It's like 5:30." Sasha said, checking her wrist for a watch that wasn't there.
"Late night." He shrugged, slowly stepping back towards the door. I could hear Jean's disappointed sigh from the kitchen.
"You have a girl over." Sasha smiled, taking another step towards Marco. His face flushed red, his arms immediately shooting up defensively. "That's rich, really."
Sasha and I looked at each other before Marco quickly pivoted, taking a few large steps towards his door and shutting it behind him.
I felt Hange's hand on my shoulder and went to retreat, only to watch them step forward and knock on the door. "Hey sweetheart, how are you?" Hange asked, their perfect voice drifting throughout the flat.
I couldn't help but feel the slightest hint of jealousy, wishing it were me they were talking to. That mixed in with the built up emotions from earlier must've led to my arm reaching over, tugging at their sleeve.
"We should at least give them privacy if that's what they want." I said, although the voice in my head urged me to say something different.
"Privacy?" They asked, turning back and staring down at me, the corner of their lips turned into a cocky grin whilst their glasses sat still on the edge of their nose.
I wanted to kiss them, and I wasn't sure what was stopping me. "Bye girl Marco has over!" Sasha said loudly, turning proudly away from the door and towards the kitchen.
"You guys are such dorks, you know that?" Jean asked, now seated on the counter, bottle of alcohol in hand.
"If you keep being mean to us we won't let you come over." Sasha pouted, crossing her arms. With that the boys grabbed what they needed and followed us up to our apartment.
Instead of our usual conversation while drunk we mostly talked about the stupid rules for the premiere, especially how Hange and I weren't allowed to make any obvious "flirtatious advantages" towards each other.
"But you made things official?" Sasha asked before taking a sip from her empty cup- which had been empty for almost an hour now- and slamming it down on the counter.
"Apparently it's a whole mix of things, but as far as the people are convinced we are not officially together." I sighed, Hange adjusting my position on their lap. They knew what they were doing.
"That's so stupid. Just be prepared to see the edits and posts about y'all the next morning." Connie teased, playfully shoving Jean as he shook his head. The edits of the two of us always appeared out of nowhere after interviews, but it would be interesting now that Hange and I were together, even if it's behind (glass) closed doors.
"I always find it so strange that you guys know about and watch content made about us." I said, relaxing into Hange, their hand grabbing my thigh. They had drank more than me tonight and their constant touchiness showed for that.
"I just love my babies." Sasha smiled, all of us laughing in agreement. "Some of them love us a little too much, don't you think?" Jean asked, and we all knew what he was talking about.
I wasn't even sure how long it had been, but at some point there were various snacks scattered along the once clean living room, Connie sprawled out across Sash on the Couch, Jean sitting half awake in the corner of the cushions. Although he would never admit it, I swear he was teary-eyed while watching "Emily in Paris".
"I should probably head home." Hange whispered into my ear, their head resting against my neck. "Really?" I asked, my heart sinking as O reached for my phone to check the time. Their breath still smelt heavily of alcohol, and their hands were constantly scattered along my body.
"Well you don't think I plan on going home by myself, do you?" They asked, and I could just feel their smile against my warm skin. "Well i certainly didn't expect you to drive this drink, Hange."
"You'd be surprised how much I can do drunk."
I rolled my eyes, my hot cheeks contradicting my reaction as I sat up off of them, their arms wrapping around my waist and bringing my close.
"I would be so lonely if I had to lay in bed without you tonight." They said, their scratchy low voice melting me. After all their teasing today they already knew what my answer would be, all of their extra efforts weren't necessary in the slightest. I wanted this to happen, expected it to happen, which is why i hardly had a drop of alcohol this whole night.
I brought Hange to their feet, planting a sweet kiss on their lips as a preview to what would be coming, quietly walking with them towards the door.
"I saw nothing." Jean whispered, reminding me that he was awake along with making me jump.
I mouthed the words "thank you" and made a heart with my hands before slowly grabbing Hange's keys from off of the counter, confirming to Hange I would be taking them home.
"That's my girl."