**out of respect to Hajime Isayama (the author and creator of Attack On Titan) I am going to keep Hange’s gender ambiguous and use they/them pronouns as it is written in the wiki fandom page.
This scene is set just after the experiments on Sawney (Sonny) and Bean in season 1 of AOT**
Your partner, Hange, was insane. There was no other way to put it really. They were insanely cute, but also, just flat out insane. You had watched them taunt titans with a smile, and laugh when they almost getting bitten in two; and for some strange reason it really got your panties drenched.
This little fact had always remained a secret though, you had never told them that being scared- for either their sake or yours, turned you on. You weren’t entirely sure if it was the actual fact of being scared that turned you on? Or was it just Hange’s slightly unhinged ways that turned you on? Either way, you were finally going to explore that today.
It was just another day in the corp, finally done and dusted, and you and Hange headed back home for the night.
“Aaaaaah, what a day, right?” Hange said with a big grin as they strolled along a little ahead of you, their head held high as they grinned at the sky.
“Yeah. No dull days here,” you replied, watching them with amusement.
“Mmmmm,” they hummed, high ponytail swishing lightly.
You looked away, chewing the inside of your cheek as you practiced the line in your head over and over.
“Could you please hold a gun to my head…? No. Fuck. I sound deranged. But… at the same time… that thought really does appeal to me…”
Hange glanced back at you from the corner of their eye and squinted a little. You were usually more talkative than this, but maybe you were just tired.
Now on the front doorstep of your modest little place together, Hange opened the door and walked straight in, taking off their outer jacket and flinging it over the back of a chair next to the table.
You walked in and closed the door too, slowly slipping your jacket off as well.
Hange walked into the open kitchen and started pulling things out for dinner, smiling to themselves and chuckling occasionally.
“Most people would think Hange is giggling about something cute but they’re probably reliving the torture events from today…”
“What are you thinking about?” you asked them.
“Oh! Just the look in Sawney’s eye before it tried to bite my head off,” they chuckled, their face bright with delight, “keeeyyyaa, that was so close!”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” you replied, a small smile pulling at your lips as well, but for a slightly different reason than what they were laughing about.
“You enjoy it too, don’t you? The thrill? I see you smiling sometimes,” they said as they looked over at your, their fringe framing their face beautifully.
“Oh… uh… I umm…”
Hange waited patiently for your reply but you stalled.
It was now or never.
“There’s something I kinda wanted to talk to you about,” you admitted to them, “it’s… got to do with the whole… semi-crazy thing.”
“Yes?” They asked, pulling out a chopping board and knife, letting the knife blade run against the inside of the knife holder so it made a light ‘shing’ noise as it was pulled free.
“Well I…” You looked at the knife, then at Hange as they held it, “when I see you…”
Suddenly Hange lunged at you with the knife, knocking you back against the wall with one arm pressed across your chest to pin you there with the knife held just off centre from your right eye.
You tried to gasp but the shock of their attack left you speechless and you just held your mouth open a little as you breathed heavily.
“How do you feel?” They asked in a low, controlled tone, the light glinting off their glasses as they awaited your response.
How were you feeling?
Fucking, turned on, that’s what.
Your clit was aching and pulsing so hard you thought you were about to cum right there pressed up against the kitchen wall.
“I… I get really turned on by this type of thing,” you admitted amid heavy heartbeats and panting.
“I thought so,” they replied with a gorgeous giggle that turned into an unhinged laugh as they stepped back and put the knife down.
“You did?” you asked with surprise, “how did you know?”
“I know you well enough now, Y/N,” they replied in a bubbly tone as they went back to collecting things for dinner, “we can do more of this after dinner? I’d love to see just how far I can push you.”
That throbbing in your clit increased at their words and you felt your panties getting a little damp so you pressed your knees together and squeezed- still standing up against the wall.
“Ok,” you whispered with lowkey sexual excitement.
Hange grinned at you.
After dinner, Hange walked back into the kitchen and asked you to bring the plates over, which you did. But as soon as you passed them, they grabbed the kitchen knife again and grabbed you from behind, the plates in your hands falling to the floor and smashing instantly.
“Oh!” you gasped, blunt side of the knife pressed to your skin.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to harm your pretty skin,” Hange purred in your ear, their grip on you firm and commanding, “don’t make a sound,” they whispered into your ear, “come to bed.”
You were aching once more and obeyed immediately, allowing them to drag you back from the mess on the floor and turning you off down the hallway to the bedroom.
With knife still pressed to your neck, you were ordered to undress to your underwear and you did so – feeling vulnerable, and so fucking turned on that the sexual ache was starting to almost hurt now.
“Hmmmm?” Hange hummed with a little chuckle, “why do you feel so hot, Y/N?”
Their hand let go of your wrist and ran down your bare side and around and across to the front of your panties, their fingertips running ever so gently over the fabric and creating a tickling sensation that made you want to cum right there and then.
You let out a soft moan, knees buckling in slightly. At that moment, you were suddenly thrown onto the bed and you rolled over to see Hange stripping off their clothes as well, dangerously waving the knife around as they got undressed.
They obviously didn’t want to put it down, but you feared they would cut themself with it…
Which only turned you on more.
“Whoops!” Hange giggled, almost losing their balance as they tried to take a leg out of their pants, the knife nearly stabbing them in the side.
“Hange! Be careful!” you gasped, one hand shooting between your thighs to rub your aching clit while you watched them stumble around the room.
“Almost done,” Hange giggled, finally getting all of their clothes off.
“You could have …ah,” your fingers slipped under the side of your wet panties and pushed easily into your soaked pussy, thrusting in and out quickly to match just how turned on you were.
“Ahhh?! Nooo! You started without me!” Hange lunged onto the bed, knife still in hand and still haphazardly pointing in all different directions.
“I…. I’m sorry,” you panted, still rapidly fingering yourself.
“No~,” they wailed, quickly placing the knife at the side of your panties and cutting the damp fabric off.
Seeing the knife so close to your skin made your heart jump and pussy throb and you pushed an extra finger inside you as your juices ran down onto the bed.
“It’s such a pretty sight!” they gushed with a grin, leaning in close to inspect your shaved pussy, watching your thumb rub and slip over your clit as your fingers curled up inside you.
You let out a tortured little moan and their eyes shot up to yours, wide brown eyes observing your face as it contorted a little.
“Please,” Hange panted, “please stop. Please. I want to help you.”
Your eyes rolled in your skull as you felt the cold metal of the blade press against your arm.
“Do I need to cut this arm off to stop you from playing with yourself like that?” They asked in a cheeky teasing voice.
As you kept pumping your fingers, your felt Hange’s warm bare legs press yours open and the knife be removed from your arm.
Suddenly your hand was ripped from your pussy and slammed into the pillow beside your head while Hange’s naked lower half was pressed against yours.
Feeling their heat rubbing over your sensitive pussy and clit sent you into overdrive and an unhinged moan escaped your lips.
Hange giggled and pressed the knife to your lips, the blade part pressing into your bottom lip.
“Would you sound sweeter with the colour red?” Hange hummed, pushing their glasses up onto their head.
Your heart clicked up to double speed and at that point you came hard, squirting all over their lower half as they thrust against you.
Through your orgasmic haze you could still hear Hange giggling away to themself as the knife was thrown across the room- the tip driving itself into the drywall of your shared bedroom.
“Such a beautiful sound,” they hummed, kissing you all over your face as your body twitched intermittently from the after effects of the climax, “and oh how you’ve made a mess,” they chided with a smile, “should you be punished for making such a mess?”
Finally, your unfocused eyes steadied and you looked into their smiling face as they kissed you again.
“That was an interesting experiment,” they said brightly, “I really loved that! We should test to see just where your limits lie.”
“I think that was my limit,” you admitted in a tired voice, body completely depleted of energy after that release.
“Oh, but I want to see if I can make you cum without even touching you! I’ll have to bring a gun for the next experiment!” They giggled, jumping off the bed and grabbing for some clothes to pull on.
“Do you need a release?” you asked them.
“I already came when I saw your sweet face,” they said with a smile, “thank you for a wonderful time!”
“Y-You’re welcome?” you replied with a confused smile.
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