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“Fucking christ it’s cold out here!”
You heard a voice complain behind you. You were standing in a line with your sister and a few of her friends. The random, rather masculine voice was right. It was cold as shit out here and you weren’t very close to the entrance to the haunted house you were waiting to get into.
You’d already been through a line or two, currently waiting in the last one before going inside. The cold was a bit bothersome since you hadn’t worn two pairs of pants like you were going to, just because your sister said it wasn’t necessary, would’ve been way more comfortable.
Besides that, you were a bit excited to see how the haunted house went. In all your years of living, you’ve never been to one, so when your sister suggested you come along with her and her friends you immediately agreed to doing so.
You’d already seen a few costumed workers walking around. There were even some rotating around the line, sneaking up and scaring people.
You wanted to try timing them, just to see approximately how many minutes passed before they interacted with people in line again, but you were trying to just live in the experience and enjoy it.
You’ve been trying to snap a quick picture of a worker in costume before you went into the building, wanting to send one to your mom.
There were strictly no phones to be out once you’d entered. Luckily one of your prayers had been answered. A strange worker walked over to where you and your sister were standing with linked arms.
You pulled your phone from your pocket, prepared to take a picture of the man whenever you could. They began talking with a “Hi”, kind of catching you off guard. You weren’t quite expecting the masked figure to talk to you.
They leaned in a bit over the edge of the railing, separating the line from the- well not line.
“H-hi-” you chuckled nervously before being interrupted by them. “Are you single because..”
Their sentence drifted off, you then noticing their gloved hands making a heart then pointing at you.
Flabbergasted, you had no idea how to respond to the masked figure. Surely, your sister and her friends were dying laughing around you. So you fed off their energy, their familiar laughs a bit soothing.
The masked person noticed your sister staring whilst even getting her own phone out. You couldn’t tell but, their eyes must’ve led to your linked arms cause after it’s glance at her, they threw their hands up in defeat, resting them on the mask’s bald head.
“Shit! Sorry- you two must be here together! I hadn't noticed I-” Before they could finish their sentence, your sister budged in from beside you. “Oh no we’re sisters, don't worry!”
The worker leaned back in again, I suppose not quite hearing what she said. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Once again, she repeated herself, informing them of our relationship to one another, as I noticed one of her friends filming the scene occurring before us.
Before you could even start to digest how you felt about that, the masked person pepped up again, trying to engage in a conversation with you.
“So you’re not married to anyone?!” They spoke loudly, in order to talk over the music and other people. I’m trampled by my companions' shouts and answers of no, so I just shake my head in defense of their unfortunately true responses.
My ear twitches at the sound of the masked strangers' deep vibrant cackle. “Well then! Are you interested in dating a dirty ghost faced killer? I’d do anything to get a few more minutes with that pretty face of yours. Anything. I just need one chance”
With that being said, it dawned on you, what their costume was. A weird ghost-faced dude? Confusing but, nicely done if you do say so yourself.
Getting absolutely no response from the person hidden behind the eerie ghost-face mask sighed, and concluded the short conversation they indulged in with you.
“How about I just come see you once you finish and get out of that house- alive, hopefully” They said jokingly.
Jokingly
Geez there was no reason to be so nervous and flabbergasted at this. It was all a silly joke. They weren’t actually expecting to see you afterwards, just as you weren’t them. Which is why you found no problem with it when you finally responded with words.
“Yeah, I'll see ya then you masked idiot!” You laughed genuinely. Looking down at your phone and seeing the picture of them you took around when they first approached, then bumping their shoulder with yours before they walked away with a smile.
That was nice. Picture came out a bit blurry but still captured the mask and fake blood on them.
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“That line was way too long for that to have only been about 15 fucking minutes”
Someone next to my sister complained, and I honestly had to agree.
We’d just gotten out, it was about time to part ways with my sister. I believe she’s catching a ride with her boyfriend and the rest of her friends.
There isn’t enough space for me in there, even if we could make room, they get too loud and I don’t have my headphones with me.
“Hey, I'm gonna get going so I can catch the next bus” I said, tapping my sister’s arm. Turning to me completely, she made that face she always makes when she’s worried about me.
Oh god- “Y/nnn, are you sure you just don’t wanna come with us? I swear we’ll get you home quickly!”
Yeahh, heard that one before. “It’s finee, I like walking and you know I always keep my taser on me” You comforted her with a hug and smile. “I’ll stay safe, I promise” She sighed and hugged me back even tighter.
I somehow found my way out of her dangerous grip and on my way to the right bus stop.
Even though it's dark, you're not really worried about being out by yourself. It's not like you catch the bus all the time, but you have grown used to doing so over the years.
Grown to enjoy looking at the trees and looking for the moon at night
You can never rely too much on someone to give you a ride. So you'll take the bus when necessary, until you can get your own car.
The walk to the bus stop didn't take too long, you were a bit tired but only sleep wise. You could walk around for an entire day doing nothing but drinking water and be fine.
Unfortunately when you got there you saw the bus you were supposed to be catching, turning the street. Fucking hell. I must've lost track of time!
You start running towards it but it was already leaving down the next street, while still at the start of the block. "Hey! Hey, wait please!" Shit.
You sigh in defeat and catch your breath for running for nothing. Pulling out your phone, you check the time and percent on your phone and fuck you're low.
29%
Welp. There's nothing you could do about that right now so you ignore it and check how long it'd take for the next bus to arrive.
30-45 minutes. Not too bad. I mean the weather may be a problem but you'll be fine until then.
Ding!
A text from your sister.
Mean b word: you better be on that bus by now. You know how worried mom gets when you're not on time to visit her before going home.
Of course I didn't forget about that. Most definitely did. Actually thinking of it now, I'll probably be staying at hers for the night considering how tired I am.
You: typing…
As you're typing, you feel a hand touch your shoulder. Instinctively, your arm flies up and backwards, hitting whoever grabbed you in the face.
You turn, swiftly grabbing your taser and mace from your pockets, dropping your phone in the process.
"Damn that hurt!" The stranger whined from the ground, falling back as soon as you'd elbowed them in the face.
That mask. You immediately come to the realization that it's the ghost-face masked character from the haunted house.
"Holy shit, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" You yell in shock.
Unexpectedly the masked figure unmasks themselves, pulling the 'bloody' mask up and checking their hooked nose for real blood underneath it.
Oh. My. God.
Why the hell are they so attractive to me right now? What the fuck. Did my sister slip something in my drink before coming here and I'm simply high or is that masked idiot one of the most attractive people I've seen.
You're staring. Hey, you're fucking staring at them while they wipe blood from their nose! Say something!
"You really are a masked idiot huh"
Yep. Just crashed and burned.
They look up at you like you're crazy. That or either that's their face of pain. "I was just going home. My car' right there at the beginning of this street if you look behind me"
You do so, noticing a pretty navy blue car.
"I stopped when I saw you standing, bent over slightly. I just came to see if you were okay or needed help! Or even a ride home! I swear I was only trying to help!"
Well then…
"Sorry?" You apologized- sort of I guess, unarming yourself of your taser and mace.
You only get a blank stare from them as they hold their bloody nose with one hand.
"Maybe if you would've called my name first, I wouldn't have reacted that way?” You held out a hand to help them up, making sure it was the same hand they were holding their nose with, so they knew to grab on with their free hand.
The unmasked stranger rolled their pretty burgundy eyes at you- well actually eye*, you hadn’t even noticed but an eyepatch was covering their right eye. Plus they were wearing glasses.
“I don’t know your name, we just met” They mumbled, grabbing your hand and pulling, helping themself up. Dumbfounded, you try to think of a way this could've been avoided.
As they steady themself, you sigh in defeat for about the 2nd time this night. “Okay. You know what, either way you would’ve gotten hurt because I stay alarmed at all times. Just be cautious the next time you wanna help a stranger out”
They chuckled, a sound you’re glad to hear at the moment “I will!” They looked at their hands, one now covered in their own blood.
“Yeah, sorry about that” You stared at them a little while longer before reaching in your pocket for your phone, just to find it not there. Shit.
You look behind you, noticing it on the ground. Of course, you instantly go for it, not even taking into the cracks it now had in it and how that broken glass could cut you.
Picking it up like an idiot, opening it, trying to make sure it still worked. You cut your dumb. Hadn’t even felt it at first until you noticed the amount of blood dripping from it. “Ow.” You honestly couldn’t give less of a shit about that at the time, sure it hurt but there’s no use in worrying about it right now.
You can’t take care of it either way. “You okay?” The stranger behind you with a bloody nose asks. You pick your phone up and turn back around to them, putting a smile on your face at this stupid situation.
“Yeah, yeah! I’m fine! God am I tired? Yes. But I'm fine. I just need to wait for the next bus to come and- oh shit it’s raining now” Stating the obvious as raindrops fell from the sky out of nowhere.
It happens often around here, it simply wasn’t expected is all. The stranger laughs and shakes their head lightly. This isn’t funny.
“How about that ride home huh? I won’t ask for money or anything, i’ll happily give you a ride home” That smile they smiled made something erupt in your stomach.
Considering your situation, you had no reason to pass up their offer, except well they are a stranger and could be a stalker or mass murder, but nooo! What are the real chances of that!
“Sure” you agreed, their smile widened before they turned and led you to their car.
It felt so much better inside the car than it did outside, warm and comfy inside as a storm generated outside. “What’s your address, love?” They wondered out loud as they set the car into drive.
“Oh i’m actually going to my moms for the night, it's at #### st *****! This may be asking for a lot but do you uh, have an android charger?” They laugh, causing you to feel a bit embarrassed for asking but hell, you need a charger.
“No, I unfortunately don’t but we can stop somewhere on the way and get you one” Most of you wanted to protest but you feel like it’s not in your place to do so. They’re going out of their way for you, just be grateful.
“Okay” you mumble in agreement
They must notice the change in your aura because they try to lighten the mood again. “You like listening to music?” You turn from looking out the window and to them. “Of course, music is everything”
They send you a flashy smile, taking a moment to unlock their phone, go to something, then handing it to you. “You can log into your account on there if you want and we listen to some of your music, it’s already hooked up to the aux”
Spotify. Fuck yeah.
“Thank you” You send them a smile back as they turn their focus back to the street with a smirk.
You did indeed log into your own account, though you almost stayed on theirs because they had a premium account. You went to your favorite playlist, made sure to mix it up and let it play.
The first song to come on was a bit embarrassing, then again any song to come on first would’ve been embarrassing to you.
You’ve always been shy about other people seeing your taste in music.You honestly didn’t have a taste or a specific, only type of music you didn’t really listen to was country, everything else was on your playlist.
But of all the songs. Puppy Princess - Hot Freaks.
You turned your head back towards the window slowly as the beat played. You loved the song to death, always uplifting, bringing your mood up when you’re down but oh my god, you only listen to it when you’re alone.
So you were currently fighting the urge to sing along, loudly and off-pitch.
This was gonna be a long ride.
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“You’re on top, I put you on top”
“I claimed you so proud and openly babe”
Who the hell is that singing?
“And when times were rough, when times were rough”
Why does it sound like a showers running?
“I made sure I held you close to me”
I need to get the fuck up!
It’s bright. Blurry, of course. I bring my hands to wipe my eyes so I can see better.
Where the hell am I?
The shower stops. Humming along to music proceeds.
Sitting up, I scan my surroundings. Looks like I'm in some fancy hotel suite. Weird.
Footsteps. Someone’s coming.
Springing into action, I hide behind the bed crouched.
“What the fuck-” A confused voice whispered from afar, turning the music off.
“Who are you?!” I question, pulling my mace and taser from my pants that were luckily still there.
“Uhh, masked idiot? But without the mask. And clothes in general- b-but I have on a towel!” Oh. There was an obvious hint of nervousness in their voice, giving you reason to continue with your interrogation.
“Where are we and why are we here?” The stranger starts to walk around the bed towards you, so you turn the taser on, giving a short demonstration of what you could do. “Stay where you are or I will tase you” you ordered.
Gulping the stranger does so, putting their hands up as if a gun being pointed at them. “Okay. Calm down. We’re at the Spencer Jolly Falls resort. Further uphill from where I believe you said your mom lives? We’re here because of the storm. It got pretty bad, some of the roads were blocked off for the night. I booked us the best room I could find here. We might have to stay here for a while, depending on the weather”
You hear them take a deep breath after explaining, must’ve been a mouth full.
“I didn’t do anything to you. You were asleep when I saw the road. I did get to stop at a gas station, and your phone is right over there on the drawer charging right now. Someone has been blowing you up nonstop but I swear I didn’t check it or anything. Just charged it. And I carried you up here”
You check behind you, seeing a small brown drawer, your phone charging on it.
Huh. That explains a few things. God my family must be worried. I’m not usually one to go off schedule.
“I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. I know it’s weird but this wasn’t in my plans for the night either. You don’t have to put the taser away but if you could stop aiming it at me, it’d be pretty nice”
Shit, I forgot I had my taser out. “R-right. Sorry” You turn off the taser and put the mace back in your pocket.
Sighing, you stand up from behind the bed ready to apologize to this stranger who’s done nothing but be helpful. Instead being left dumbfounded at the sight before you.
“Oh right! Yeah- uh, can you pass me my bag behind you? My clothes are in there” They cover their chest in respect, still leaving their abs on display for you. As a matter of fact, if that towel was down a bit more you’d probably see-
“Y-yeah um..” You in fact did not move an inch after saying that. Just continued to stare at their majestic figure, which is ridiculous considering you didn’t even know their name yet. Stepping back a bit, you finally remove your eyes from them.
Looking around the floor, your eyes find the bag in the corner. Bending over, you reach your arm over to it, grabbing it. And you can almost feel their eyes burning into your ass. They retract their eyes when they notice you tracing their eyes.
You throw the bag to them, immediately going to get your phone, not wanting to make it any more awkward.
62 missed messages
17 missed calls
“Fucking hell”
You’d muffled out the ruffling of clothes and grunts the stranger across the bed was making as they put on their clothes but you’d heard what they ask at hearing you curse clearly.
“Everything alright over there?” You continued to check your messages, most from your mom and sister but some from friends and friends of friends.
“Yeah, I just don’t quite feel like responding to all these missed messages” They’d responded rather quickly this time with a simple. “Then don’t”
You looked over to them, their eyes already on you combined with a smile as they finished dressing themself. “Look. I know we don’t know each other but how about we just chill until we can part our ways?”
Something inside you gets excited at the thought of chilling with the stranger for a while. The thought pondered in your head for a bit, eventually finding yourself a bit flustered at some of the scenarios to put into your head. “What do ya say, stranger?”
Oh what the hell
“You tell me your name and you got yourself a deal there” You can see the smile forming on their seemingly always plump lips as they go to grab the remote from the tv stand that held the big- what? Perhaps a 50 inch tv on it? You had no idea.
Once they grab the remote they turn to you, slapping the remote on their veiny large hand with a widened smile, displaying their pearly whites.. “Hange. Hange Zoe”
Hange. Cute. “Hange” you repeat with a smile, getting a reaction from them you couldn’t quite interpret. “How bout you pretty girl?” They question, coming to sit down on your huge soon to be shared bed.
Saying your name, you smiled at them, extending your hand to them for a handshake.
“Nice to meet you” You both said in comparison.
A bit more comfortable, you take a seat on the bed not too far from them. "You wouldn't happen to have any extra clothes in your bag would you?"
Hange puts on a farce face of concentration. Acting like they're thinking hard about something.
"What would you do for me in return for the clothes?" Just that sentence coupled with their small smirk made your heart pause and mind blank.
"I-... Um I can.. what would you like for me to do to- no, with- fucking shit! For you! What would you like me to do for you!"
You tried not to but you couldn’t help but pout in embarrassment, keeping your eyes focused on the decoration of the covers on the bed.
“Look at me” Hange said in a commanding tone, leaning over to you just like before outside the haunted house. Who the hell are they to tell me what to do so, so controllingly?!
Though my mind believed I had no reason to obey this person in front of me which I only met hours ago, my body acted first. Head whipping up to look at their pleased expression.
You thought they were going to kiss you. Ravage you right then and there causing your palms to sweat underneath you.
Could've sworn that's what their eyes were saying.
Hange had self control though, enough to stop themself from doing anything stupid or impulsive just yet. They forced their own words to be safe and assuring as they placed their hand on your shoulder with a smile.
"I was only kidding! Go shower, of course I'll lend you my clothes for the night! Tomorrow, perhaps we can go to the mall here and get you new clothes"
No kisses. But a pat on the shoulder before they got up to get you clothes from their bag.
With that, you figure that was that. It was all in your head. Nothing a nice shower wouldn't clear up, right?
Getting up and making your way to the bathroom, you turn the shower water on, making sure everything you needed was already set in place for a halfway, no, one third of a night routine.
By the time you come back out Hange has stretched out over the king-sized bed with earplugs in their ears. The clothes they set out for you on the edge of the bed already.
You walk over and grab them, being stopped before you could head back into the bathroom by a hand. Turning you see Hange's eye now staring at yours.
"Be a dear and wake me up when you get out?" They ask softly with a small smile, only having the effect of raising one upon your lips. "Of course"
Showering.
Showering always feels so fucking amazing for whatsoever reason.
You can't help but think as you feel a pound lighter after taking yours.
Walking back into the clean wide space of the room, you fall in awe noticing Hange sleeping like a baby on the bed. They look peaceful. Cute. Always so fucking cute.
Reaching the bed you call out their name, not getting a response and hitting them instead. "Get up and move over, I need some space too you big lump" you said flatly.
They groan, rolling over only once, having you assist them to roll over again. As if you hadn't already been drowning in the scent of them coming from their clothes, now you were to be laid under them. God you were going to go crazy over just how good they smelled.
"How was your shower" they mumbled, their face being stuffed in the covers. "Amazing, thanks for the clothes”
Took them about 5 more minutes of laying there before they got up with a yawn, smiling when their eyes landed on your face. “Hi pretty girl”
Butterflies. Swarning all through your stomach, making your cheeks feel hot. Since when did small words like those have such a huge effect on you? “Morning, unmasked idiot”
Hange chuckles, wiping their eyes, grabbing their glasses from the drawer beside the bed. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you for a while before Hange speaks.
“How about we watch some tv? I already set it up to my own personal account and all, so we could watch Netflix or something! Maybe Disney plus” They suggested, and a good suggestion it was.
You’d never been in a situation like this and watching certain things calmed your anxiety sometimes. “Yeah that sounds good. I’ll turn off some of the lights if that’s alright with you, and you can pick something if you’d like”
In the nod of approval you receive, you go turn off a few lights here and there, making sure it’s dimmed but not too much to the point where you can’t clearly see Hange, no you’d gotten too used to admiring their flawless face.
"I'd actually rather you choose something. As long as it's nothing with me in it, I'm down" That raises a brow of yours involuntarily. "With you in it?" You repeat, watching them nod again as you climb in bed again.
"Yeahh. I'm an actor. Well that's my main occupation at the moment. I'm quite surprised you hadn't recognized who I was"
Yeahhh, nope you had absolutely no idea who they were. "Yeah, sorry about that I usually stick to cartoons" You don't know why but that makes them smile in amusement.
"Don't apologize sweetheart. I quite like not being recognized, why do you think I work at a haunted house in a sweaty mask and costume all night?"
Ignoring your urge to ask more, you settle with the simple fact of that making perfect sense to you.
"Understandable. We won't watch anything with you in it. I don't know if you actually want to watch the cartoons I watch.." Trailing off in embarrassment for what- third time tonight? Great.
Hange notices you distracting yourself with your hand, scratching at it unusually hard. They don't even need to think before grabbing it in theirs, looking at you with a comforting smile.
"I would love to watch anything of your liking. Must be good if it got those pretty eyes stuck on it"
You almost wanted to whimper at their overly sweet sly compliments, overwhelmed seeing as they'd been thrown at you for the entirety of the night.
Your hand was trapped in theirs. A nice feeling but nothing to distract yourself with now that you were flustered and your emotions as well as reactions naked for them to see.
In the midst of it all, which really wasn't much at all, not compared to what could happen in the future. You close whatever proximity was left between the two of you, hiding your face in their neck, whispering the best "Thank you, Hange” you could muster out.
Their hand squeezed yours tighter but not for your comfort, to refrain themself from reacting as they usually would with someone they've taken a liking to, whispering in their ear like that.
Oh how they could've just taken you right then and there, give you something to really be grateful for. But they waited.
"Of course" they muttered in a falsely calmed, proclaimed tone. Good enough to persuade you to lift your head from the comfortable shelter of their neck.
Grabbing the remote, swiftly finding your way to Disney plus and clicking on the show labeled "Amphibia", you were going to watch the newest uploads but you considered the person next to you.
Maybe watching it over with them wouldn't be so bad. I mean you definitely wouldn't mind, you love the show. "We'll start from season 1. Wouldn't want you being all clueless while watching season 3"
Shit. You almost fell asleep on them. And boy it's a good thing you didn't cause you couldn't risk drooling all over them.
Recognizing the place where your head is laid as Hange's lap, and I mean like right there on their lap, you immediately shoot up accidentally bumped heads with them in the process.
"Ouch!" Oh god not again. "Shit sorry, are you alright?" You cursed yourself trying to balance yourself on your knees sinking into the cushion so you could check their head for any visible damage, even possible signs of a knot forming soon.
Once you've finished feeling around their head, you sigh in relief. "Man it was gonna be so embarrassing if I'd injured you again huh.."
Hange hadn't said anything, not even let out one of their infamous chuckles. Hopefully you didn't actually fuck up this time.
"Hange? I'm sorry" cupping the person you'd met only hours ago cheeks, you lift their head up to see their entire face.
Their brows were twitching, eyes firm with a hint of desperation in them. Desperation for what you'd had no idea. That is until you feel their hands tighten on your waist.
When the hell did they even get there? "What's wrong?" Your question coming out as only a whisper in order to make sure it didn't come out as a whimper from them simply squeezing your hips.
They shake their head "Nothing" an obvious lie fell from their delicate, parted lips "I um, it's just um- a character was being annoying!"
They try assuring you. When in reality it felt like you were a special drug they hadn't gotten a taste of just yet and they were a junkie, just so, so eager to try you.
When you'd dozed off in their lap, their mind had already gone into a panic. Persistently, Hange had been trying to recover their headspace ever since. Then out of nowhere your boobs were in their face as you tried to make sure they were okay.
The unmasked idiot was going feral inside, masking it the best they could.
"Who pissed you off?" You wondered out loud.
"Ms Croaker" an involuntary gasp forced its way out your mouth, most definitely wasn't the name you were expecting.
"What the hell- why?!" Leaning over you grab a pillow, prepared to use it at whatever nonsense comes from their mouth next. "She's a fucking Karen-"
Blowp the sound of the pillow in your hand smacking them across the face made.
Hange was quiet, the only sound in the room being the tv and the almost audible sound of a grin growing on your smug face.
"Consider yourself dead sweetheart. You've started a pillow fight you're not going to win" Hange started with a glint of humor in their eyes. A smirk dancing around their lips, hand sneaking to grab a pillow of their own.
Noticing, you inched away from them before they could take a swing.
Rest assured, they did indeed take a swing at you but you dodged it, letting out an ugly laugh when they missed and pouted. "Ms Croaker is in no way a Karen! You will take it back Hange Zoe, mark my words"
Point your pillow at the, picturing it as a play sword. "Your words won't matter when I'm done with you" in accordance with you, pointing their 'sword' at you.
It went down after that. A full on war started. You both went tumbling and tossing over the bed. Bickering playfully back and forth with every hit someone took to the others pillow sword.
With no idea how it happened, you struggled against the bed. Hange had your arms pinned to the bed with one hand. The other holding their pillow, ready to end the war with a smile of victory equipped to their face.
And of course there's a catch. Their fucking knee.
Take a good guess at where it is. Yep. Right there. Pressing more against you with every movement they make.
"H-hange wait-" Instantly they cut you off with an obnoxious laugh. "Oh what? Scared to face defeat?” They press down against you more “Come on baby just give up, I won’t blame you, I was right from the start.”
“Baby” oh my fucking god.
If you could just find the willpower to get out of this position, maybe you could avoid the humiliation of getting off on just a bit of friction from their knee. Just don’t let out any noises. It’ll be fine. You convinced yourself.
Bad idea.
“Admit it. I’m right about that creepy bitch” Slamming their sword/pillow down, Hange’s devious smirk growing wider by the second as they subconsciously leaned in towards you, their knee constantly abusing your sensitivity down there.
Though I guess you only have yourself to blame for that. As well as the slight whimper you let slip through your lips, and if not that being the give away of your arousal then the turn of your head out of embarrassment did.
The blush that may have arisen over your cheeks, hell you hadn’t a clue if you even could blush edvidently.
Either way, your entire structure at the moment was a dead give away. Oh but just to top it off, that small whimper that snuck it’s way free just so happened to be a soft whiney, please.
The atmosphere in the room changed insanely fast. In coordination with Hange's playful, bubbly demeanor.
“What?” You heard the question slowly form above you. They’d heard. Yet they hadn’t let go of your wrist, continuing to keep you glued to the bed. “Look at me.” Hange demanded. A serious threatening tone that for whatever reason, made your underwear sticky.
Dropping their pillow, Hange turns your face to them just like they'd done earlier. They sifted out of curiosity, rubbing against your covered cl!t a few times until you finally broke.
"Please Hange! I.. it's, it's your thigh" you admit to them slowly, observing their eyes widen and move down to their thigh in shock.
To your surprise, they didn't move their thighs from it's position. Just stared. Pondering in their head. "I..." Hange started, pausing to make eye contact with you.
Their eyes had darkened slightly since before they'd checked their thigh out between your legs.
"I have a proposal for you! Since you seem a bit needy at the moment"
Remaining in their position, they take their hand away, giving your arms and hands the freedom they hadn’t had in over 5 minutes. Like any sensible person, your first instinct was to try sitting up but you were stopped in your action by Hange instantly.
Now holding you down by your shoulders, the idiot above you struggled to contain a smirk from spreading across their lips, instead changing it into a soft smile.
“My proposal to you is simple. I help you, you help me”
For a moment you thought what?! Not quite grasping exactly what they were insinuating until you felt them rock into you, ripping a moan from you along with realistion.
“W-wait- what really?” They simply nod in response, reveling in the feeling of your warmth against their thigh.
“God Hange that sounds amazing but i’ve never actually- you know! Before. I’ve only gotten two fingers up there!” Hange’s face softens, removing one of their hands from your shoulder and grabbing your hand in it, just like earlier.
“You don’t seriously think that’s the only way of getting each other off do you?” They question squeezing your hand softly before letting go and cupping your face with both their hands. “If so, my my there are so many things I have to teach that pretty little mind of yours”
Their whispers flow through your ear, sending shivers down your entire body. “I know there are other ways, I just haven’t tried them. I wanted to make sure you were.. comfortable with that information”
As their pretty smile and handsome face became the only thing in sight, your heart fluttered just as the butterflies did in your stomach.
“How responsible of you” Leaning into them just as they did you, you allowed your lips to meet. The most electrifying feeling you’d ever gotten in your life was from a stranger you’d met at a haunted house.
Their lips were soft, smooth. They tasted like honey and cinnamon when they parted their lips and as your toes tingle, you can only pray that your mouth doesn’t taste like shit. That they can enjoy you as much as you’re enjoying them.
Hange was enjoying it, possibly a bit too much. They could barely process how many things a simple kiss made them want to do to you.
They had every intention of pleasing you first but their mind was spinning at what you could do to please them afterwards.
Exploring eachothers mouths, you could barely breathe as their tongue dominated yours. Hange takes the initiative in breaking the kiss for air, only to attach their eager lips to your neck.
They were about to destroy your neck. Mark it up with their name on it. But as soon as the moan of their name reached their ears, they froze.
"Now" They muttered abruptly sitting up, stripping themself of their shirt. Feeling a bit obligated you trade their shirt for your pants. Going back and forth about whether you should get rid of the panties with them or not, deciding against it with the hope of Hange doing so on their own, making you hot.
"Show me one of those other ways I can help you. Now" With that being said, you suppose it was your turn to take some initiative and you did just that.
Sitting up along with them as if there was a string attached to the two of you and your movements, you grab their shoulders this time around, laying them on their back and crawling up the lanky figure. Straddling them up to the upper stomach.
“I wanna use your face” God you did not expect to blurt that out so naturally. Hopefully a lot of this would come naturally. And you couldn’t have had a more perfect partner for such a hope with Hange soft smile and eyes, they wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as could be.
“I’d be so happy to assist you in doing so but I'm afraid we still need to get those undies off first” Pfft undies. What a silly word. “Oh-” Your squeal cut through the air like a knife in reaction to Hange grabbing your ass, scooting you closer to their face.
Close to their awaiting lips and the hot breath slipping from them. Oh so much closer.
Bringing their hand to your covered center, their slender long fingers trace over your cl!t sending shudders to your spine, eyes closing in only a taste of the pleasure you were to receive tonight.
“I want those pretty eyes staying on mine until I'm done with you. Can you do that for me”
Phrased as a regular sentence but more of an order from the tone of their voice. “Y-yes” The pleased look that crosses their face at hearing a small yes from you makes you determined to keep it there for the remainder of the night.
So locked in on pleasing the face in between your thighs you completely miss them pulling the panties down, they snatch you from your thoughts with their fingers grazing over the wetness collected in your panties.
Eye contact has never been more intense. Sitting there having to watch them lap you up from their fingers with that look in their eyes. Pain. You needed them. Bad.
So why not resort to begging. “Please”
Quickly Hange honored your plea, dragging the underwear down your knees, leaving it to you to get them off the rest of the way.
Not so easy. Especially not with them nipping at your thighs. Marking their territory on them until you completed the task they silently assigned you.
This is it. You’re about to get ravaged for the first time in your life by someone you met a few hours ago and you weren’t even under any influence! An insanely idoiotic decision in a completely sane state.
Honestly, it seems like one of the best decisions you've ever made right now. As a matter of fact you believe it was confirmed once you felt their lips connect to your center.
“Fuck!”
It felt out of this world. Electric. The feeling of their tongue eagerly exploring you down there made your head spin.
The person beneath you lapped your sweetness up with joy. They were glad they actually did get to meet you after you got the haunted house out tonight. If it weren’t for you, they probably never wouldn’t have gotten a taste of the best thing they’d ever taste in their life.
But your moans covered their low humming of please and approval and they were perfectly fine with it, considering they got to hear that beautiful voice of yours, playing like loud music.
Your voice covering their ears, smell filling their nostrils, taste flowing through their mouth. Hange simply couldn't get enough of you.
But as soon as you threw your head back in pleasure, they dug their nails into your thighs making you yelp.
And if that didn't get your attention then the loss of the warmth from their mouth did.
Desperation overtook your expression and Hange caught it as soon as your eyes met theirs again in confusion.
“I want you to keep those pretty eyes of yours on mine, understand?" Your frantic nodding didn’t seem to be enough of an answer for them so you result in a vocal one.
“Yes! Please Hange” Your hips bucking in the air making what you plead for as clear as glass.
Satisfied, they allowed your hips to buck right into them. You felt high. Already being addicted to the warmth of their mouth. But the feeling of their tongue flicking against your most sensitive part? Something you’d never get used to.
You could barely handle the sensations it sent throughout your body. They made you scream. How do you get used to something that makes you feel so good, you scream?
Those eyes. Piercing right through yours as Hange brought their thumb up to massage your cl!t while they switched their mouth down to your hole to lap up your sweetness.
It all became too much too soon causing your head to spin, toes to curl, and hands to grip and pull at Hange's hair. Legs squeezing their head for support of your overpowering climax.
You tried your best to maintain eye contact but there was nothing you could do when your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body started to convulse uncontrollably.
Your mind went blank, overridden by pleasure. Body being pulled by the strings attached to your orgasm. Next thing you knew, you were on your back. Huffing for air.
When your eyes finally blinked open, you were quickly comforted by a pleased Hange looking over you.
"You alright sweetheart?" They smile at the nod they received from you.
"Good, because it's my turn now and I'm going to enjoy it"
Oh god.
"Don't worry, love. I'll be quick. It's not like I'm gonna ask you to let me fuck your face or anything! Honestly you can just relax" They state positioning themself between your legs.
Feeling their erection as they put it between your thighs. Bringing your thighs together against their chest, leaving your legs to hang over to their shoulders.
It was big. You didn’t have the energy to lift your head for a quick look at it but you could just feel it laying against you, dripping it’s essence on your lower tummy.
“Just sit there and look pretty for me baby”
You were lost in a daze. You hadn’t noticed exactly what they were doing to get themself off until you started to feel it yourself. Their shaft working up and down against you.
It probably wouldn't have that much of an effect on you, no not if you hadn't just had the strongest orgasm you've ever had! But that is in fact the situation. So of course you were still highly sensitive.
The most sensitive part of your body, consistently being prodded at by something you longed for inside of it at the moment. Yet you were still afraid. You were convinced this was a way to torture you rather than to just get themself off.
They started slow. In a frequent sliding motion just lathering themself up in your wetness so they could go faster easily once they were ready to.
Hange let out ocasional groans and tightened their grip on your thighs every now and then signaling their pleasure. It wasn’t long before they sped up and let all hell loose.
At least for you that is.
You couldn’t stop any of the mewls and whines that ran from your mouth. Once again desperate. For what specifically? You had no idea. Even if you did know, you didn’t want to beg. It’s not your turn.
But as Hange’s noises began to multiply as well as the struggle in their hands, so did your own urges. You were almost positive Hange was determined to make this harder for you.
“That pretty little face of yours is gonna be the death of me! You look so needy and pathetic for me, it’s adorable” Hange expresses with an airy, husky laugh. Pathetic? Just hearing that word during a moment like this should be a turn off but it’s unfortunately quite the opposite. How embarrassing
Allowing their hands to play with your body while they get off. They pinched and pulled away at your nipples, inciting a painful pleasure and inevitable moans. An act you couldn’t help but love. You’d probably love anything from them though.
The person above you was godly. Whimpering just from the friction of your thighs. You couldn’t blame them, you’d done the same but getting to see them like this- let alone being the reason for it.
It was doing something to you.
And it all went over the edge once Hange placed their hand upon your neck. Their fingers shook in restraint, so as not to choke you. They needed something to grab onto in preparation of their fast upcoming arrival.
They quickly settled for your hip and airway. Their needy thrust became sloppy, fast, and hard. Hange overall just became rough. And you’d be lying to say you didn’t love it. Every second of it.
Combined moans mixed together in the perfect harmony before Hange lost control of themself, choking you in the process. For some reason, you didn’t mind it. Actually took joy in it. You wanted them to use you however they deemed fit.
Your back arched and you cried out through your second orgasm of the night. You could feel them cum on your stomach. Warm sticky goo plastered over you, calling your name for you to taste it.
Once Hange removed their hand from your neck and plopped down beside you on the bed, you took a deep breath.
Their smooth hand came to rub your side before taking two fingers and swept them across your belly, swiping some of their cum up in the process.
“Say ahh” They demanded in your ear softly. Obeying swiftly, your tongue falls out. Hange watches in amazement and awe at how when giving the fingers, you clean them up eagerly.
“There’s a good girl” you hear them mutter beside you.
They made you clean up all the cum they could scoop up and you enjoyed it quite frankly. Then they went to get a towel to clean you up so you both could get rested and cuddled afterwards.
It was a peaceful night from then. You talked a bit before falling asleep in their arms. Last thing on your mind being Hange. Everything about them, you were simply infatuated.
Hange was doing the same. Oh they could see a future with you and they just couldn’t wait to wake up next to you in the morning.
They were just absolutely delighted that they followed you to the bus stop hours before :)