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Hange was always an odd one, you'd give them that, but this was beyond odd, even for them.
It all started when you caught them staring at you from across the mess hall during lunch. You had been sitting with your friends, Ymir had her arm around your shoulders as she teased you about the crush you obviously had on the commander - little did she know, but you and Hange had been secretly dating for a couple months now. You had looked up from your table to find Hange's eye obscured behind their glasses by the light shining against them, their mouth hidden from your view by their hands resting in front of their face with their fingers interlaced with themselves. They looked ominous and foreboding from such an angle, it sent shivers down your spine. You weren't sure why they were looking at you like that, but what you did know was you didn't like it.
Then, after that incident, you and the rest of the cadets in your group went to your daily ODM training. Things were fine at first, Commander Hange had tagged along to observe and make sure training went well - or so you thought that was why - and they gave out pointers when needed. Then it all changed when your ODM wire suddenly snapped and you ended up plummeting towards the ground, unable to get your wires to hook onto the trees. As your wires flailed, one cut your arm rather harshly. You almost accepted you fate, but you were grabbed mid-air, a hard but comfortable body cradling you as they flew to a low branch to set you down.
It was Mikasa who had caught you, and who helped tend to the wound on you arm. As she helped you back up, you couldn't help but feel someone watching you. In searching for the culprit, you spotted Hange with a similar ominous and foreboding expression as before, stareing you down from a couple trees away. At first, you weren't sure when they had got there as just before your fall they were much further away, but judging by their placement among the trees, it was obvious that they had tried to save you as well. Mikasa had just gotten there first.
You ducked your head when their gaze went on, unwavering. Their gaze instilled not only a sense of fear within you, but, strangely enough, a sense of guilt as well. Guilt for what? You weren't exactly sure, all you knew was you could feel it stirring in your stomach along with the feeling of their eyes boring into you.
The last straw of the day, however, had been at the meeting just before dinner time.
The meeting you and many others had been invited to was surrounding the latest plan to attack Marley, presented by Commander Hange and Captain Levi. You sat with Sasha on your left and Jean on your right, the three of you as well as Connie talking amongst yourselves before the meeting began.
"All I'm saying is I think with summer coming soon we should be able to wear lighter uniforms," Jean complained, not for the first time. You rolled your eyes, knowing his real intentions.
"You just want to see all our comrades in skimpier uniforms, you're not fooling anyone, Jean," you laugh. Sasha nods in agreement.
"Exactly, and the only person who gets to see (Y/N) in skimpy uniforms is me," Sasha jokes, making you both erupt in laughter.
"Precisely, sorry Jean, but Sasha and I are reserved." Jean goes red and Connie makes fun of him for getting flushed at your's and Sasha's antics. That was just how you two joked with one another, you thought nothing of it.
Well, not until you felt a familar eye watching you again. That same eye that had grown a habit of making your stomach drop in nervesousness.
You look over to where Hange was getting set up for the meeting, they were now looking at you with an eye of fury, making you swallow a thick glob of saliva in fear. You had never seen such anger on their face, and it scared you to no end.
During the rest of the meeting, you could tell something was off with Hange, in all honestly they would've had steam coming out of their ears if that was physically possible. Even Levi picked up on it, shooting them strange looks throughout the briefing.
Hange's eye never left you the whole time, boring into you relentlessly, making you want to shrink down into your chair in order to hide from their piercing gaze.
Once the meeting ended, you tried to talk to them, but they ignored you, telling you they would meet you at dinner.
And now, as you sit at dinner, you felt very on edge. You weren't sure what they had meant by that statement, but you sure noticed some malice behind it. You barely ate your food as your eyes scanned the mess hall for the commander, ears tuning in and out of your friends' conversations lazily.
Then... you spotted them. It was early into dinner when they had finally stepped through the doors, eye finding you immediately, but it had felt like an eternity to you. They met eyes with you, crooking a finger at you in a 'come hither' motion subtly before walking into the supply closet where the cleaning supplies were kept, closing the door behind them.
You understood the message loud and clear, and with how they were acting, you wouldn't dare disobey.
Without answering the questions from your friends as you stood up, you walked away from the table. You looked around nervously as you approached the closet, hoping no one was watching you too closely. Once realizing everyone was far too engrossed in their food and conversations to care what you were up to, you opened the door to the pitch black closet, closing it softly.
The moment the door closed, you were slammed up against it. The front of your hips collided with the door harshly, making you wince as a hand wraps around your throat from behind. Hange presses themself against you, holding you against the door with their body. Your eyes go wide when you feel something hard against your ass. Their head leans down to your ear, biting the shell aggressively, making you release a sharp breath.
"You have been a very, very bad girl today," Hange husks, voice low and gravely with their anger. The grip around your throat tightens, making you gasp for air, "Such a fucking slut. Do you care to explain yourself? Do it well and I may be merciful." Their grip loosens just enough to where you can talk, but their hand stays against your throat possessively.
"I- I'm sorry, Hange-"
Their grip tightens tenfold, cutting off your airway.
"That's not my name right now," they demand, grip loosening once again as you cough and wheeze at the burn of your windpipe opening and closing.
"Mommy! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I made you mad, I promise I didn't mean to," you plead, voice quivering in both fear and now a tinge of arousal with their domineering force overtaking you. They tsk, making your stomach drop.
"Nope, that's not good enough, slut. Do you even know what you did wrong? Huh? Do you know why Mommy is mad at you?"
"I-" you begin, but in truth you aren't exactly sure. You know the moments when they seemed mad at you, but you weren't sure what ticked them off, "I... Mommy, I'm so sorry, I'll be a good girl- your good girl, I promise." You try to cover up your lack of knowing by apologizing again, but that only seemed to piss them off more. They flip you around, once again slamming you against the door, just this time with your back against it instead. Their hand stays around your throat, their other hand resting on the door beside your head, boxing you in. With your eyes now adjusted to the light you can make out their features, and all you see is anger, their eyes almost seemed to glow red in the darkness.
"Bad girl. Don't try and deflect. Answer the damn question, you know I don't like repeating myself."
"I'm sorry... I don't know-"
SLAP!
The sound reverberates through your head before you even feel the sting on you cheek. Your eyes go wide and begin to water as you feel the print of their hand form on your pretty little face. They grip your chin, making you face them as your head had swung to the side with the force of the hit.
"You disrespectful little whore, you're so god-damn needy for attention you're willing to just throw yourself at anyone, aren't you? So used to it you can't even tell when you're doing it," they sneer, growling through their teeth with each insult. You aren't sure what to make of this outburst, more confused than anything, "Reply when I'm talking to you or I'll slap you again even harder."
"No! No, I only want you, I swear I would never do that, I promise!" You're voice is high pitched and shaking as you try to prove to them your loyalty, but they don't seem to buy it. They begin to chuckle deeply, a near complete 180 from their previous demeanor, but just as terrifying, if not more.
"It's much too late for promises, dear." The grip on your chin becomes bruising. "I'm going to prove to you that no one will ever treat you as good as I do. You belong to me, do you understand?" You nod, "Words. Words or I punish you even more harshly," they demand.
"Yes Mommy, I'm all your's, I'm your's I swear!" They give a sickening grin at your submission.
"There, now you're starting to act like the good girl I know and love. Take off your pants and underwear," Hange commands, voice showing no room for argument. But, you can still hear the voices of your comrades just outside this door, making you question whether or not that's such a great idea.
"But... what about everyone out there? What if they hear us?" you whisper, suddenly aware of your own volume.
"Did I fucking stutter? Strip, and if you don't want them to hear you you'll just have to be quiet." Their voice exudes domination and power, they truly were a force to be reckoned with.
With hesitation, you comply, their hand leaving your chin so you can unbutton your pants and slip them - along with your underwear - down your legs, kicking them off once they reach your feet. Hange is quick to pick you up by the back of your thighs, once again pressing you against the door, only this time you whimper as their clothed crotch meets your bare one. You wrap your arms around their neck and you can once again feel the hardness against you, making you realize Hange had put on their strap.
In that moment, you knew they planned to fuck you into oblivion right where everyone could hear you. That thought shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did.
"Such a needy little slut," Hange chuckles darkly as they feel your wetness soaking through their pants, "Here I am trying to punish you and you're getting off to it. Such a bad girl."
They decide they no longer wish to waste time on words, instead their lips make better use of energy by latching onto your neck. You whine quietly as they kiss, suck, and bite at your throat which was already sore from their earlier treatment of it. You tried to grind against them, but their grip on you proves to be too strong, starving you of the friction you desperately wanted. Their teeth sink into your skin, making your mouth fall open in a rather noisy gasp as they bruise your neck incessantly.
"Hmm I thought you didn't want anyone to hear you?" they tease with a chuckle at your burst of noise.
"Please-" you beg, desperately needing them to move it along.
"Please what?"
"Please Mommy, I need it." Your voice came out as a whiny plea, sounding foreign to your own ears.
"What do you need, baby? Do you need Mommy's cock, huh? You want me to pound that pretty pussy of your's where everyone can hear you scream for me?" Their words alone make your eyes roll into the back of your head, but you truly lose all motor functions when they roll their hips against you at the best angle possible.
"God- yes, please, please, I'll do anything." Hange doesn't doubt your promise, but it's unneeded, they planned on destroying you no matter what you did. They enjoyed the gesture nonetheless.
"Hmm, that's what I like to hear," they hum in appreciation.
They shift your weight just slightly so they can unbuckle their trousers. They reach into their underwear and pull out the thick dildo, watching your breath catch as it comes into view. This was a new attachment, you noticed that immediately. The one you two normally used was a lighter shade of blue and much smaller. This one intimidated you with its size.
"You can take it," Hange assures you, seeing the look of uncertainty on your face. They run a finger through your dripping folds unexpectedly, making you shutter, "Plus, you're absolutely soaking, I bet it'll just slide right in your slutty little hole." They chuckle at their own harsh words, all you can do is whimper.
You feel them run the head of the cock through your folds, gathering your arousal for easy access. You bury your head in the crook of their neck as you hold on for dear life to prepare yourself.
"Ready?" Hange asks, though you know it won't matter whether you are or not, Hange is not in a patient mood. Regardless, you nod your head against them.
The first thing you feel is pressure against your entrance, you have to muffle your cry against Hange's neck as they begin pushing in. You feel like Hange will tear you in two with how much they're stretching you, but you can't help but love the sensation. As they push deeper, your panting against their neck causes droplets of condensation to form along their skin, mixing in with the sweat they're already beginning to work up.
"Fuck-" you whine quietly, biting your lip to hold in as many sounds as possible as they reach the hilt. You're stretched farther then you ever have been before, it almost hurts, but it feels so good you already don't know how long you'll last. While it's not the longest thing in the world, the girth more than makes up for it. You can feel pressure on every wall within you, pressing against your most sensitive points.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Hange teases, "Only my cock can make you feel this good and I'm not even moving yet."
Hange then rest both their hands just below your ass, their grip tightening, that was your signal to truly get ready for their pounding. Then, in one swift movement, their hips pull back before snapping forward. Your eyes shoot open wide as you just barely contain a loud cry of pleasure.
"Shhh dear, quiet down," Hange says with a laugh at how loud you were already being. Though, you were starting to understand that they wanted you to be loud, they wanted you to shout so everyone knew who you belonged to.
This burst of jealous rage within Hange was unfolding before you and you could do nothing but go along for the ride... literally.
Once again, Hange's hips pulled back and snapped forward, plunging themself deeper inside you. You bit your lip to muffle yourself, you could taste blood as they started a harsh rhythm. The door was shaking behind you with each and every thrust of their hips, alerting anyone who saw it from within the mess hall. There was no way you wouldn't be caught at this point.
"Listen to how pathetic you sound, baby. Whimpering and whining against me," Hange groans, "You still want to throw yourself at everyone else you see? Hmm? You still want the others?" You had to focus on your breathing in order to answer.
"No, Han-"
You're cut off by a thrust against your cervix, making you cry out much louder than you had wanted. You begin to shake in Hange's arms as they continue their assault.
"Correct yourself," Hange demands.
"Mommy," you do as your told, "No, I don't want anyone else, only you. Only you." You repeat yourself for good measure. Hange's thrusts pick up pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through out the small space to mix in with the sounds of heavy breaths and moans.
"You sure? You don't want that girl Ymir to have you like this you like this?" They emphasize by thrusting against your front wall, making you forget all attempts to stay quiet. Their words remind you of how the girl in question had her arm around you just that same morning, while you knew it was nothing serious it definitely seems Hange took it that way. You shake your head violently, one hand going up behind Hange's head to grip their hair for some kind of grounding.
"That's my good girl," Hange praises, the feeling going straight between your legs, "Ymir might get to laugh with you but she'll never get to hear these sounds from your mouth." As if to prove her point, your own voice catches up with your ears. You can hear how desperate you sound, how loud you're being, but you can't bring yourself to care. Each thrust was hitting you in the perfect spots, and moaning out into Hange's ear felt too good to pass up.
"And that Mikasa girl, she mightve gotten to carry you but she'll never get to hold you against a door and feel you writhe against her," Hange continued. You barely heard them through the sound of the coil in your stomach tightening into a molten knot of pure need.
"And Sasha, that girl might think she can see you in revealing clothes, but she will never-" A perfectly placed thrust. "ever-" Another. "see you-" Another, and you could feel yourself nearing your release. "cum for her."
"Mommy-" Your voice comes out broken and desperate, barely human, "I- I'm close. Please- I need it." Hange gives a feral grin at your plea.
"Beg like good girl or I'll stop and make you wait over a week to cum again," Hange demands. Honestly, they were going easy on you, with how angry they were you could've bet money they wouldn't let you cum.
"Please, Mommy- please let me cum. I'm your's, only your's- your good girl, your slut-" Your voice gives out as Hange picks up the pace of their thrusts once more. You try to speak again, to keep begging, but the words get caught behind a mountain of moans as your climax approaches faster than before.
"That's it," Hange says with a menacing chuckle. You can tell they're close too, their grunts are getting higher in pitch and their hips are moving without proper rhythm. You meet their lidded eye and you can see the exact same desperation you feel in your stomach pooling in their red-brown iris.
"Cum for me."
With that command, the coil snaps. Your whole body tenses, muscles stalling mid air as a cry rips from deep within your chest. Nerves all over your body are set off in waves of unstoppable flames starting between your legs leading all the way to your fingers and toes. Hange is quick to follow, shoving the fake dick all the way inside you to grind against the butt-end of it until their own release takes over. You hadn't even realized you had shut your eyes as your muscles slowly relax and your eyelids release the extra tension that had been squeezing them shut.
The room is filled with the sound of panting breaths and the scent of sex is thick in the air. Hange slowly helps you back to your feet, pulling out of your abused hole in the process, making you wince. They see this, so once you're standing they lean their head into the crook of your neck and lay soft kisses across your skin.
"Are you okay?" Hange asks softly, hands resting at your hips while their thumbs rub mindless circles against the skin under your shirt. You smile at their softness, loving how quickly they're able to switch between domineering commander and soft, loving partner.
"Yes, more than okay," you giggle as they playfully nip at your throat, "You were amazing as always." Hange leaves your neck to look at your face with a smile on their own. Your hair had gone messy in the time you two spent together, sticking out in a few different directions and some plastered to the sweat glistening on your forehead. The muscles in your face were relaxed, apart from where they pulled up on the corners of your lips. Your cheeks held a pink flush, just like they always did after something like this.
You looked at Hange, and they were in a very similar state. Though, it was rather close to how they usually looked anyway: hair disheveled and a bit sweaty. You bring your hands from behind their neck and instead rest them on the sides of their face, pulling them in for a gentle kiss. Their lips were a bit dry, but you didn't mind as they moved against your own in a slow, familar dance. You did, however, think about reminding them to drink more water in the future.
As you kissed and reminisced on the great sex you just had, you remembered why they pulled you in here in the first place. You know how jealous Hange could get, you couldn't blame them though. Countless comrades had left them behind, most of them were by deaths unimaginable, but it still led to them having harsh attachment and abandonment issues. You pull away from the kiss and look them in their eye.
"I love you, Hange. Only you, okay?" You lean your forehead against their's. "I'm your's, and no one is taking me from you so easily," you comforted. They gave a soft smile at your words, sighing contently.
"I know, and I'm sorry I got so angry. I love you too," Hange returned. You kiss them once more, you couldn't resist their lips when they were so close to your own.
"It's okay," you say once you pull back again, "You know I like it when you get angry," you remind them playfully, making them chuckle.
"Brat," they accuse, but their tone holds no malice.
"Your brat."
"Damn right."
After a few more kisses and multiple chances to restart what you had been engaged in earlier, the two of you finally decide to clean up and go back out into the mess hall. Hange had a clear-as-day stain on the front of their pants from where you had rubbed against them earlier, and your neck was covered in marks and forming bruises; it was obvious to anyone and everyone what you two had done in that supply closest, and that's assuming they didn't hear you, which is a slim possibility.
After buttoning your pants back up and tucking your shirt back in, Hange reached for the door handle. You tensed as it opened, the light flooding in. You then realize it had become much quieter in there than it had been, so as your eyes adjusted to the light and you followed Hange out you hoped that meant everyone had left.
You were sorely mistaken.
Your eyes adjusted to the light, and all you saw were looks of annoyance, disgust, and many other emotions you couldn't decipher. And all of them were pointed at the two of you. Your entire neck, face and chest flushed a deep red in embaressment at the fact that people you knew well had heard you getting your guts rearranged.
You hadn't even realized you had paused in place until Hange grabbed your hand and began pulling you through the building towards the doors.
"Don't mind us everyone! Enjoy your meals!" Hange shouted with their usual excited tone, a bright smile on their face as if they didn't just rail you where everyone could hear.
Your eyes were trained on the ground, unable to look up to meet your comrades faces.
Hange, you thought, would surely be the death of you.