Warnings: Smut
Description:
~ (MODERN AU) After (Name) finds that Hange is practically itching for them, (Name) suggests that they play a little game to edge Hange on.
"Heyyy..." Hange sings, watching me come through the door, finally coming home from work. For the past couple of days, I've been avoiding Hange's advances to get our relationship moving forward.
"Why don't we..." Hange had suggested, letting their hands run down my body, pulling at the waist of my jeans.
"Not now, Hange." I said. They always respected when I said no, nodding and pulling away, continuing on with whatever they were doing that day. But I had been rejecting them every time they wanted to do more.
Was it really wrong for me to reject them each time they wanted it? Was it really so wrong for me to edge them on, waiting for them to crumble, to break, to practically fall to their knees and beg? I was surprised Hange had lasted almost the whole week without any complaints. I was surprised they didn't even just take care of themselves on their own.
I knew they wanted it bad anyway, so I decided that today, I'd finally let it happen. But I'd make sure I was the one in charge, at least for just a bit. Usually when we did things like this, Hange would take charge for about the whole time, unless I had insisted that I wanted control.
Finally, I decided that I'd take the control instead of asking them to hand it over. Hange wrapped their arms around me, burying their head into my shoulder. "You've been gone too long." They mutter, tightening their grip around me.
"I know," I said, patting their head. "But I'm
here now." They pulled away, their eyes trailing me up and down before they started making their way back into the living room.
"Not even going to ask?" I laugh.
"Don't see why I should bother." They replied, turning to face me as they leaned on the doorway. "I mean, if you're not comfortable doing that right now, then just tell me. You've been right for saying 'no' these past couple of times if that's really not what you wanted to do." They explained.
"But.... Aren't you just irritated when I say no? Don't you want to do it.. bad?"
"I can admit I do get a bit disappointed when you say no." Hange sighs. "But I have to respect your boundaries. And I'm sure you know better than anybody how badly I want this."
I smirk to myself, finally slipping off my shoes as I start making my way closer to them. "I haven't seen you all day, Hange. I've missed you!" I said, standing directly in front of them. They smiled in response, pulling their hand out to touch me and pull me into a kiss, but I caught their wrist before they could do anything else.
"You okay?" I nod.
"Y'know, Hange," I start. "I've been wanting you as well. This whole time. But I had to get my way with you somehow."
"You wanted it too?" Hange breaths. I nod. They push their face closer, attempting to kiss me, but I turn my face away.
"Tch!" I laugh. "Hange, this is how it'll go." I explain. "We'll sit over there on the couch. I'll let you kiss me, but only if you can keep yourself from touching me. Nothing else can touch except our lips. We'll see who the first one to break this rule will be."
They give it a moment of though before finally nodding their head. "Alright then. What will be the reward to the one who restrains themselves the longest?"
"They'll get control." I answered simply. This would be easy. I had already edged them on the whole week, so there's no way they'd be able to keep their hands off of me.
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Hange had actually been able to restrain themselves well. I should have known. If they went the whole week without going crazy, then surely they could keep themselves restrained while playing a game where they can't touch me. They practically had this whole week to practice.
"You look worried." Hange giggled, taking in my expression.
"I'm not worried-"
"You really think I'd crack?" Hange laughs, leaning back slightly. "You've put me through hell this whole week, you've pretty much been getting me ready for this moment. There's no way you really thought you'd be winning this. I know that you're down bad for me just like I am for you."
"Maybe." I said, crossing my arms. "But I can keep myself from touching you."
Hange lets out a sigh, propping themselves up with their elbows. "We'll see. I'm not very happy with you for pulling that trick on me all week long. Just know that I'll make it my goal to make you feel just as uncomfortable as you made me."
I shifted slightly in my seat, dreading what Hange could do to me if they win this. They're so pent up that they'll probably go insane once someone actually breaks the rule of the game.
"Kiss?" They asked, smooching their lips and leaning forward. Our lips touched. Just that. Our lips and nothing else. I so desperately wanted to reach out, pull at their hair and roll their shirt off off their arms. But I have to restrain myself.
Hange lets out a sigh pulling themselves back again as they stared longingly at me. It was obvious they wouldn't give up, they wanted this after all. "Tell yourself whatever you'd like." They said. "But I'm going to make sure I get to have my way with you."
I decided that keeping my gaze on my lap would help me get through this, to stop the thoughts from running through my head. Just stay focused. Don't let them get to you.
Hange shifted slightly in front of me, and before I knew it, they were falling off the side of the couch. "Hange!" I gasped, grabbing onto their wrist. They let out a laugh, pulling themselves back up and glancing at my hand.
"Looks like you lose." They said, pointing to my hand which was grasped around their wrist. I placed my hand over my heart, attempting to calm down the rapid beating as Hange wasn't actually in any real danger.
"That's not fair, Hange."
"Ah, ah!" They laughed, shaking their head. "Come on now, if you're going to suggest a game for us, you at least have to play by the rules. You know what this means now."
I felt my face heat up as I turned my face away from them, but they grabbed onto my jaw, forcing me to turn back and face them. "Don't back away now just because you lost."
"Who said I was backing away?"
Hange chuckles, removing their hands from me, making me whimper, wishing that I could still feel their touch. "Don't forget," Hange said. "You touched me. You broke the one rule."
"Guess I did." I said, watching as Hange leaned over me, caging me with their arms. "You have no idea how mad I am, knowing that you were just trying to edge me on this whole week." I honestly became a bit scared from this fact, knowing that Hange would make a statement as to never do something like that again.
"Hange, I was only jok-." They shut me up quickly, pressing a kiss to their favorite place, a spot just below my ear.
"I'll be sure to prevent this from happening again. You're not allowed to make me feel that way." They quickly peel my clothes off of my body, leaving me in my bra and panties in front of them. Their hands firmly gripping my ass, their head now in line with their target. Their eyes stare at the black lace hiding my entrance from then, and then their cinnamon eyes flicker into my direction, waiting expectantly.
"I- I won't let it happen again-" Their hand collides with my thigh, forcing a moan from my throat as a stinging red mark forms at the site of the collision.
"You're right." And I was. I wouldn't let this happen again. Not now, after seeing Hange's hungry gaze when they glanced down to me, wanting nothing more than to teach me a lesson. "Up." Their hand taps my leg, and I lift myself, allowing them to slide their fingers under the waistband of my panties, dragging them painfully slow down my legs. "I'll make sure you understand how I felt all week long, got that?"
"Yes, Hange." Running their hands up my legs, Hange leaned over, so now they were directly on top of me. They leave one hand gripping my thigh and her other runs over my stomach, roughly grabbing my breast before reaching my throat. They push me back, their grip on my throat getting stronger by the second.
"I'll decide what'll happen to you." I nod eagerly, spreading my legs wider for the angel before me. Resting a hand upon the one on my throat, I reach out for their shirt with my other, pulling them down towards me.
"Hange, I want you to fuck me, show me how mad I've made you."
"You don't give the orders." They take their hand, the one on my thigh, and roughly ram two fingers into me. "Remember what I get from winning that'll little game of yours!" For a second it hurts but then Hange begins to move, wetting their fingers with my desperation. My head falls back, eyes all but rolling when they caresses my clit with their thumb.
"Look at me." I lift my head to look at them, and they smirk when I moan, "You're not allowed to make a sound until I say so, if you do, I'll make you take care of yourself in front of me." I've never shut up so quickly in my life as I laid back down, Hange's grip on my throat stopping me from breathing. I didn't try to struggle, not even when the tears started running down my cheeks.
With each slam of their fingers, my head rocks, trying to keep the moans back. I'm not even sure I could make a sound if I had tried, their hand remained planted and deadly. They let me take a breath for only a second, and I suck in the air greedily before their hand takes back its position. They add a third finger, stretching me out with each pump of their fingers. It felt like pure ecstasy as I moved my hips against their digits to the rhythm of their fingers, their calloused fingertips reaching deeper and deeper, forcing my back to arch.
Thier thumb continues to graze over my clit, ghosting over it, teasing the sensitive spot that I wanted them touch so badly. Choking, I push against their hand, trying to reach the one inside of me, hoping I could get it to where I wanted.
"You want me to touch you?" I nod my head,
looking up at them with those big that I knew they could never refuse. They remove their fingers from inside of me, and then they remove their hand from my throat. I splutter, trying to get air into my lungs as quickly as possible. "Do you know how wet you are for me?" Hange runs a finger along my entrance, and I feel it throb, begging for their touch. Pleading for them, just as I had hoped they'd end up for me. "It's pathetic." Hange shoves their slick fingers into my mouth, and I lick myself off of them, sucking their fingers all the way down to their palm. Hange drops their head, aligning themselves with my entrance as they lick their lips longingly. I'm dripping, basically screaming their name. Hange grabs my legs, bringing them over their shoulders as they begin to leave sloppy kisses from my knees to my thigh.
"No cumming until I say so." I nod impatiently, bucking my hips into their face. "You can talk now."
"Fuck-" I moan, running my fingers through their brown hair, "Stop teasing me and fuck me already." Hange presses a light kiss to my clit, making me shudder uncontrollably as I savour the ability to moan their name.
Hange starts slowly, dragging their tongue from my thigh to where they needed to be. Hange's not always rough, sometimes they like to take it slow, tease me to my high. They were defiantly going to do the most of that now, especially after what I put them through all week. Hange strokes their thumb against my thighs, drawing occasional doodles and words. Thier tongue dives in, licking every inch that they can reach. My grip on their hair tightens, forcing them further into me, longing for the feeling I've been waiting for all week long.
"Han- so good. .. FUCK!" Their tongue drills into that one special spot, the one that makes my body thrash and my eyes disappear into the back of my head. I can feel them smirk against me as their tongue swirls.
"You're mine. Say it."
"I'm yours- Ha!" I could feel my climax coming quickly, the tight coil in my stomach become harder and harder.
"You taste so good." Their voice vibrates through me, it's practically cynical and they know it. I needed permission and they weren't going to give it to me until they've pushed me so far over the edge that I fell into the dreadful feeling they've had to deal with this entire week. Reaching one hand down, I play with myself, only ending up to torture myself even more. My other hand removes my bra, discarding it to the floor before I take my breath into my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers. Panting, I yank Hange's head back, and they look up to me, an almost sweet look in their eyes paired with their evil smirk.
"Please, Hange, please." They pull away quickly, resting their hand on my cheek and prying my mouth open with their thumb. I keep my mouth open as they spit into my mouth, a mix of both themselves and me, they make sure I kept eye contact as I swallow. Their lips then collided with mine, an electric shock making its way down my spine at the contact.
"You have my permission." They mumbled into my mouth, "Scream my name, hm?" Planting kisses from my mouth, down to my chest and a final on my clit, Hange begins their feast again, except this time, it became more brutal. Hange licks and then kisses, over and over, their tongue flutters and glides, drinking me in as I can barely get a sentence out of my mouth.
"I- I'm gonna- HANGE-" My entire body shudders, my toes curling against Hange's back. Hange grunts as I pull their hair roughly, forcing them so far into me to the point they were sure they couldn't breathe.
Hange didn't care, kissing and licking, feasting, until I stopped screaming their name at the top of my raw lungs. Hange swallows, running their finger over their lips as they swallow the remainder of me off of their fingers.
"See? You can be good when you want." Hange hums, pulling back and resting their weight on the couch as they admire my body. I was panting, my hands pressed onto my forehead. Hange smirks after hearing me squeal when thier finger flicks over my clit. "Someones sensitive."
"I don't think I can move." Hange grins to themself, proud of their handy work that had left me sweating on the couch beneath them.
"Good," Hange leans back on the couch, "because I'm not finished."
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