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Hange's Delectable Nose | Gender Neutral Hange x Female Reader

a shameless oneshot i wrote for a friend

warnings: 18+ smut, nose riding, pet play, and a lil bit of knee riding.

summary:

"can i ride your nose?" you repeated bluntly.

hange blinked. "like...like a horse?"

you nodded.

"like a horse."

—

you stood in the familiar space, eyes trained onto the brunette in front of you. you watched as they buzzed around the room like a bee hopping from one flower to the next. their mouth was wide open, words spewing like flowing seawater. you weren't paying attention to their words; they strung together to form rambled potential theories and were almost always revolving around titans. hange always liked telling you their ideas, and you always liked listening to them. it was your thing. listening. you weren't as smart as them, nowhere near their brain capacity, so you offered an ear instead of help. the last time you tried to help was a disaster because, for whatever odd, goddamn reason, you thought you could match hange's nonsensical mind, and ended up almost ruining their experiment. almost. moblit saved your ass. and hange decided that it was best for you to sit tight, listen and keep your hands to yourself.

but, going back to the present, you were leaning against hange's desk with your arms crossed over your chest. your lips were pursed, and your h/c curls fell swiftly against your forehead. your mind was preoccupied with…thoughts. thoughts that you shouldn't think about. not about your colleague– your friend. but they were thoughts in your head nonetheless. and you needed to do something about them.

for days you had thought about hange. about hange and their wicked brain and their beautiful smile. hange and their lovely personality, albeit representing a crazed person sometimes. hange and their deplorable desire to understand the world, going as far as to dissect creatures to sort the fucked up logic in their own brain. hange and their gorgeous curves. especially— hange and their nose. oh, fuck.

hange's nose had been on your mind for a long time now.

it was large and round, no doubt soft from all the mornings and nights levi forcefully scrubbed them clean because god knows that this idiot wouldn't even think about hygiene if not for their friends. it was the perfect shape for you and your needy desires. needy, curious. sometimes, on nights where it was just you and the sinful darkness, you laid in bed and imagined placing your legs above their face and having your way with them. you imagined pressing your dripping pussy over their face, rocking your hips forwards and backwards and appreciating the way their nose brushed against your throbbing clit. oh, fuck. you really, really wanted that. these desires were driving you insane.

you shifted, moving your legs closer together.

hange noticed the subtle movement. they rose a brow.

"is everything okay, y/n?" they asked sweetly, their bright eyes dimming to show their concern. oh, how you loved that about hange. no matter how excited or lost in their thoughts they could be, hange always made sure to consider you and your feelings.

sucking in a large breath and steeling your nerves, you decided it was now or never.

five simple words. that's all you had to say.

a single question.

you could do it.

it's just five syllables. come on. you could do this.

"y/n?"

come on.

just speak. you can say it.

live out your fantasy.

do it.

you need to.

"can i ride your nose?"

ah. fucking finally.

hange's eyes widened, those beautiful brown eyes washing over with surprise and confusion. they tilted their head to the side, fingers fumbling with the pieces of parchment papers in their hands. "i'm sorry, what?"

you remained nonchalant, impassive. you could feel your heartbeat rise like the tides of the oceans found in picture books, thrumming like lashes of lightning and thunder. oxygen rushed to your lungs, your chest expanding. you rose your finger, slimming your nerves. it moved in their direction, the tip pointing to their nose. you watched as hange remained frozen in their crouched position. they were beside their filing cabinets, sorting through the documents for whatever it was they were talking about earlier.

"can i ride your nose?" you repeated bluntly.

hange blinked. "like...like a horse?"

you nodded.

"like a horse."

hange did not expect to hear that from you. they most definitely did not. when they invited you to their office, it was under the assumption that you would listen to their ideas. they did not expect- did not even fathom the idea that you were into them in a...sexual way. surely you would not be. you were a friend- a colleague. you two knew each other for quite a while now and were as close as two drifting clouds in the sky. you two knew when to cling to each other and when to give each other space. but this— wow, this was something new. something unexpected. spontaneous.

hange happened to adore the spontaneity.

their brows pinched forward, mouth dropping slightly. they looked at you, pupils narrowing as they took the moment to discern the words you spoke, the seemingly passing question you asked. the tone of your voice was blunt, as if it was nothing special. hange supposed it wasn't. except you would be bare above them. bare. bare and wet.

hange wasn't an idiot. they understood the implication of your request. they noticed the way your legs shifted, thighs pushing closer together to create some sort of needed friction. you were obviously horny, arms squeezing your breasts closer together as you stared at them with a nonchalant expression. hange wasn't fooled. they noticed the pink tinting your ears and the light dust on your round cheeks. hange always found them cute, always sought out to squeeze them every chance they could. but now, now that this new light had been shone on you two, hange let their gaze drift over.

their brown eyes pierced your soul.

you watched as they took in your appearance from the bottom to the top. from the h/c curls on the top of your head, your s/c neck, the way your collarbones poked out from under your skin, the way your clothes stuck to your body and amplified the curves of your figure, the way your breasts were round and looked seemingly soft to the touch (and if they looked closely, they could see the way your nipples hardened under the white shirt you wore, two tiny peaks that stretched the fabric), the way your pants hugged your waist and announced your hips, the way your thighs shifted against each other– they looked at everything, all the way to your feet and all the way back up again.

you were a mess.

an absolute mess.

that simple action felt like years. it may have been a few seconds, but you were ready to fall under their command the second their lips parted and an answer slipped out:

"okay."

fuck yes.

you were waiting for this.

hange dropped the papers to the ground, uncaring towards their predicament. the situation they were in was much more important. they held your gaze as they approached you, arms reaching forward to place them on either side of your body. their fingers dug into the wooden desk, and they pressed their body closer to you. you were about to drool. you could feel their breasts press against your own, the heat of their skin meeting your own, intertwining into something so deliciously delectable.

"we should start with a warm-up, right? 'need to get our body ready for what's going to happen, hm?"

you whimpered as one of their knees came forward and nudged in between your thighs. the unexpected feeling had the muscles quivering, and you allowed hange to have their way. they pushed their knee between your legs, forcing them to separate and accommodate their position. your arms fell to your side as their knee brushed against your core.

you let out a shaky breath.

hange smiled widely.

they leant forward, lips brushing against your ear. "does that feel good, baby girl?"

the soft murmur had you trembling. gods, if you were like this with such minimal actions, you could only imagine what would happen if you succumbed to the devilish being in front of you. you knew better than anyone that hange was no where near innocent. they were as horrible as jean with his horny tendency to fuck his two best friends whenever mad or irritated. they were as angelic as the shit on the ground.

you nodded, sealing your lips tight.

hange tsked. "i need to hear you, y/n. use your words."

"y- yes."

they hummed, pleased. your efforts were rewarded. their knee was pushed further towards you, the fabric of your pants and underwear strained under the pressure. you exhaled sharply at the movement, your hips jerking forward. "d'ya think you could move for me? get your body warming up?"

you were helpless to their suggestions, for your hips began to move on their own. your arms moved to your front, one hand clasping their upper thigh while the other was taken by hange who entangled your fingers together. hange brought your hand to their face, kissing the fingers gently. you swallowed thickly when they brushed their nose against your palm, guiding your fingers closer and pushing their nose between two fingers, sliding in and out, in and out. you knew what they were wordlessly promising.

the way their nose moved between your two fingers, in that gap of smooth skin– they were going to do the same thing between your legs.

"fuck," you breathed, rutting your pussy against their knee. you could feel your pants stain with your dripping liquid. the charade of feelings accumulating in your body was a monument of all the pent-up emotions you had for hange and only hange. the drag of their knee against your clothed pussy was going to drive you insane; you picked up your pace, desperately seeking for your release. your hips rocked back and forth, lips parting, chest heaving.

hange was pleased with your desperate attitude.

they reached forward and gripped your chin.

"look at me, y/n." you couldn't do anything but listen, turning to look at them. "does this turn you on? does the idea of me letting you ride my nose make you wan' to come?" you nodded, shameless. hange smiled, "if i had known that my beautiful y/n was such a dirty whore, i would've offered my body to you ages ago."

fuck, if that didn't do things to you.

"will you let me kiss you?" they asked, brushing the pad of their finger over your chapped lips.

"yea- yes, kiss me."

hange moved forward and connected your lips together. you melted into their embrace, momentarily forgetting the movements of your hips. you sat half on their knee and half on the desk, leaning forward to chase after their sweet, saccharine kisses. your lips met together in a smooth glide, and hange poked their tongue out. they traced the seam of your pout, urging them to part. you listened. you moaned as they slid their tongue inside, your muscles relaxing and your thighs opening up. your body wanted them. wanted them desperately.

and hange was more than happy to listen to its silent demands.

their tongue wrapped around your own, tasting and memorizing the smooth texture. they ventured around your whole mouth, poking and discovering the unfamiliar area. hange went as far as to suck on your tongue, lips curling up into a smile as you ventured further up their knee, hoping to press yourself as close to them as possible.

"you're such an obedient girl, you know that?" they praised, raising one hand to pat your head and running their fingers through your h/c locks. "you're so much like a puppy. a cute little puppy. one that follows its master around." their eyes lit up. "say, y/n, do you want to become my puppy? my obedient puppy? i'll take good care of you. i'll feed you and play with you. how does that sound?"

you nodded. you didn't give a fuck what they wanted to do with you— as long as you got that nose between your legs.

hange beamed, "great! i'll ask moblit to make a collar for you later. for now, master has to give their puppy what they wanted, right?"

"yes," you said. you whimpered when hange slid their knee away from you, purposely slowing their motion to make sure you remembered every motion, every drag, every friction against your aching, dripping pussy. your hips chased after them and hange slipped a chuckle.

"move off the desk and remove your clothes. let master see their cute puppy."

your fingers fumbled with your buttons; your mind was all over the place, thoughts drifting from how you were going to fuck their face until you creamed all over hange to how you were going to ask them to let you eat them out afterwards to satisfy the both of you. you believed in a firm 50/50 situation when it came to sex. you received what you offered. and you were going to get the seven heavens soon, so it was only fair that you delivered the same experience.

hange watched with amusement in their gaze as you frantically stripped. you almost ripped open your shirt as you unbuttoned the top half and yanked it out of its tucked-in position. you unzipped your pants and kicked them off your legs along with your shoes, uncaring towards where they flew off to. the last two things to go were your bra and panties, and hange noticed how the black fabric was damp with your juices.

they licked their lips. they couldn't wait to taste you.

hange lifted themself onto the desk. their body moved flawlessly, sprawling across the wooden surface and gazing at you with ravenous eyes. they patted their face.

"come,” they beckoned.

you hastily scrambled over to them, standing right before their head. you stared at them, towering over them, hesitant, unsure. perhaps a little nervous. hange noticed (they always did) and they lifted a brow and opened their mouth— a wordless invitation.

confidence flourished, a renewed sort of energy. you, standing up, spread your legs and shuffled forward, your bare and wet pussy right over their face. your legs trembled with anticipation.

you were a good puppy. you knew your commands.

"sit."

your lips parted and a loud moan slipped out your throat. you felt the desired curve of hange's nose press against your pussy, already slippery from the liquid honey absolutely dripping everywhere. you knew better than to hover over hange's face; they wanted every part of you just as much as you wanted every part of them. you lowered your body, your muscles sagging with relaxation. oh, how you wanted to just rock your hips and take as much as you could from hange. but they shifted, their hands rising to grip your waist. they urged you off their face.

you blinked. "h-huh?"

hange pursed their lips. "let's try a different position. raise your knee."

confused, but not one to disobey, you followed their commands. you lifted a knee onto the desk and they motioned for you to come closer. you shuffled forward and hange grabbed your hips this time, yanking you forward. you moaned as you felt the tip of their nose touch your clit, just the slightest brush. it was throbbing with the riled up pleasure in your stomach, the knot tightening with each second that passed. hange hummed, pleased. their lips could reach your pussy if you rocked forward, but their nose was the centrepiece of the whole moment. happy with the new position, hange tapped your hips.

they were signalling you to start moving.

and move you did.

you started slowly, reaching forward to plant one hand beside hange; you needed to stabilize yourself as you began a steady rhythm. the drag of their nose against your clit had you whining, desperate pants leaving your mouth. fingers grasped your ass, gently kneading the firm flesh. "move closer," hange said, and you almost choked on your own saliva as the tip of their nose sank into your gaping hole. it was long enough where you could feel it enter you, and fuck you were in love with the new sensation.

"come on, puppy. ride my face properly."

you did as commanded, adding more weight to your knee to lift yourself up and thrust forward. you needed to calm yourself; you didn't want to rush this. you didn’t know if you were ever going to experience this again and so, you moved your hips forwards, moaning as you felt hange's nostrils flare, and then you moved your hips backwards, a shiver racing through your spine as a breath of warm air met your bare clit.

you jerked forward as hange scrunched their nose.

"h-hange!"

they laughed, "sorry, sorry."

they weren't sorry. they needed you to hurry up and wreck them, use their body as you wished. they were getting off on this predicament as much as you were.

"why don't you try straddling my face?" hange suggested. they noticed the way you would tremble from the lack of stability; your balance hadn't always been the best. you were lucky that hange was your friend as they made sure to alter your odm gear to your personal abilities and figure lest you were forced to quit being a cadet. "it'll be easier that way."

taking their advice, you placed the other knee beside their head and sank down on their face. "oh," you muttered, rolling your hips back and forth. "this is much better."

hange hummed. "i agree."

they stuck their tongue out of their mouth, laying it flat above their upper lip to offer an extra curve to grind against. you moaned at the wet feeling against your pussy lips, and they moaned at the sweet texture falling into their mouth. it tasted like sour honey, and oh, hange was here for it. they would gladly get addicted to that taste at any day, any time.

"fuck, hange. your nose is so big," you groaned, lowering your body further. "i can feel it stretching my insides." it was true. the big curve of their nose was entering your dripping pussy in a better position than it was earlier. you felt their mouth fall open, taking in the needed air from that pathway— their nose was a bit preoccupied with pleasuring your needy pussy. a good master had to serve its puppy first, and make sure they were well taken care of before ever thinking about taking care of their own needs.

slender fingers brushed against your clit, and you jerked forward as hange began to rub the bud in circular motions. the pressure had you mewling, your body threatening to hunch over as the knot in your stomach tightened further and further. with the way you were bucking above hange, you certainly felt like you were riding a horse. you pressed your thighs closer together, the warmth of skin comforting hange's head. you were a moaning, wet mess.

and it was all because of your beloved, generous master.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted, your head thrown back as you rocked your hips in erratic motions. hange's nose felt too fucking good. "i'm going to cum," you groaned, drool slipping past your lips and down your chin. it was ironic. your juices were dribbling down hange's nose, rolling off their nose and to their open mouth. it was like a fountain of everything hange ever needed. hange let their eyes close and memorized the cushioning of your pussy over their face, grabbing your ass and gripping the skin in a bruising motion. they held you down, forced themselves to take everything you were giving them. hange didn't give a fuck if you suffocated them. they needed you. needed you to explode all over their face and let them taste you when you were high and vulnerable.

"hange!" you wailed and released all over their face, hips bucking chaotically.

hange took it all. took everything you gave them.

they pushed you forward so your pussy was over their mouth and lapped up every drop of liquid that you squirted out. their tongue dragged against your sensitive skin and you squealed at the overstimulated feeling. hange was relentless, waiting until every speck of your pussy was clean. a good master needed to feed, play, pet and keep their puppy clean. hange was just acting as a good master should, performing the merciful acts of love and care and affection.

panting heavily, your shoulders slumped and you shakily got off hange's face. you rose one leg, lifting your knee and placing your foot on the ground. you gripped the side of the desk, trembling as you moved the other leg to the floor. the tension in your muscles was all gone, and the high you were feeling was slowly coming to an end. you could feel the zaps of pleasure shooting up your spine, and the memory of what happened would forever live in your mind. you were going to engrave this into your head until the day you died, reliving it every moment you felt horny, pushing your fingers into your needy hole and imagining that it was hange because that’s all you needed— hange, hange, hange.

hange sat up. they looked to you with a wicked grin, smudged liquid washing the bottom half of their face. their hair was all over the place, sporadic and haphazard, and their eyes were gleaming with happiness and mischief.

"that was epic!" they beamed.

you offered a tired, shaky smile.

hange reached over and pat your head. "good puppy. next time, let's play a game of fetch."

"fetch?" you asked. "like with a stick?"

hange's expression brightened and they sang, "something like that."

you had no idea what they were getting to, but you were going to do anything for them anyway. you were their puppy after all. and good puppies always obeyed their masters.

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