Work That – Hange x NB!Reader (AFAB)

Because Isiyami has stated that he has left Hange’s gender unspecified and has allowed the readers to make up their own minds as to which gender they are, I am going to write Hange as veering more to an AFAB but will still be keeping to the gender neutrals pronouns and descriptions.

Reader will be referred to in gender neutral pronouns and anatomical descriptions.

Hange has the eye patch in this oneshot.

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The place was packed! 

As you had expected.

Hange was performing that night, and whenever they were on stage, they kept everyone captivated.

Just their energy was enough to have you entranced. Of all the performers, they were the only one who would actually get up on stage and masturbate openly to climax while everyone watched.

It was kinda hot to watch, and some of the men in there thought so too, whipping their dicks out and cumming right along side Hange while they panted and sighed with delight on stage, their slick running down their hands.

You determined you were going to have front row seats this time so turned up as early as possible.

“Oh? Someone is here already?” Hange asked in their usual bubbly voice as they walked out from the backstage curtains- still fully clothed but in very tight leather pants and a white opened blouse with hair in a high ponytail, glasses on and their signature eye patch over their left eye, “you’re keen, aren’t you?”

“Umm… well… you’re performing tonight,” you replied shyly, keeping your eyes averted a little.

“You’re here for me?” they asked excitedly, their one eye sparkling behind their glasses, “well you’re cute so I hope you’re sitting somewhere I can see you… I just might need some visuals to get me off,” they added with a wink.

Your heart rate spiked at that comment and you gave them a wobbly smile.

“Well, I’d better go and get ready,” they replied with a little bounce and spin, “make sure you moan loudly for me, ok?”

And before you could reply, they had gone.

Quickly locating a seat, you sat down and looked up at the pole that was right in front of you on the stage.

“I hope Hange chooses this one?” You thought as you waited patiently for the time to tick closer to start.

More and more people filled the small place and the noise from the chatter grew and grew until finally the lights were dimmed and a hush fell over the crowd.

You sat forward expectantly, grinning as the music started and out walked 3 performers.

The two other performers had clothes on but Hange had nothing on except brown, almost knee high, boots and their glasses and eye patch.

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as they walked over to the pole in front of you and looked down at you, then winked.

“Oh my god. They’re actually right in front of me!” You thought with delight, a tingly feeling invading your core and throbbing between your legs. 

Hange wasted no time in grabbing the pole and doing three large steps around it before flicking their legs up and dropping them out wide as they spun slowly with their head hanging down- all of their nakedness on full display as they rotated.

You couldn’t help but think about how they would taste… what it would be like to bury your head between their thighs and suck on whatever your lips came in contact with.

That tingling in your core started to catch fire and you had to put your hand there to relieve yourself a little, otherwise it was going to get painful soon.

Hange, ever the observant one, was keeping one eye on your movements and even in the dim lit room, could see where your hands was.

With a smirk, they dropped back down, spun around the pole, then opened their legs and pushed themselves up against it, using the pole as a masturbatory item to rub up and down along.

Your eyes bulged, watching Hange’s perfect hips buck up and down the now slippery pole and you couldn’t help but think, “lucky pole” as your own fingers quickly unbuttoned your pants and aimed for the heat that was building there rapidly.

Unsurprisingly, you weren’t the only one in the room that was masturbating and you heard a few delighted groans from other men who were watching your Hange work themselves up on that pole.

Hange had now climbed up the pole a little and was using their knees to grip it so that they could rub themselves better on it.

Your hand mimicked Hange’s hips and you pressed and rubbed and massaged all of your available parts while Hange moaned with delight on that pole.

After a few minutes, they dropped down and lay on the stage with both legs open to the crowd of onlookers while their fingers rubbed furiously around and in their holes.

You were so captivated by what they were doing to themselves, between their legs, that you forgot to look at their face, so when you finally did, you were surprised and excited, to find them looking directly as you as they bought themselves closer to climax.

“Will you help me?” Hange panted at you, still rubbing furiously.

“M-Me?”

“Yes you, come here,” they beckoned.

Obediently, you got up from the chair, and, still with your hands on yourself, you walked closer to the stage.

Hange shuffled towards you and removed their hands from between their things and rested back on their elbows.

“Suck me,” they begged, looking down between their open thighs before looking back up into your eyes.

“Really?!” you asked, almost in a dreamlike state.

“Yes, please, make me cum,” Hange panted, sweat dripping down their body.

Eagerly, you leaned forward and gently placed your lips on their hot skin. They smelled so good. They tasted so good, and you allowed your tongue to roam all over the places that made their legs quiver with delight.

Hange’s moans were like a blast of hot air on a cold night and your whole body relaxed but tensed as you bought them closer to orgasm with your tongue, while at the same time your hips were bucking furiously as your own hand pressed and rubbed and stroked until you were about to cum too.

“I’m close, tongue fuck me,” Hange begged, dropping their head back with a delight cry as your tongue wiggled against their ecstasy, making their legs shake and toes curl.

That was the tipping point for you and you came too, your hips bucking wildly against your hands as you half bent over the stage with your mouth on Hange.

The crowd behind you fell silent after a chorus of moans and as you came down from your high you stumbled back and pulled your pants up, and Hange got up and returned to dancing on the pole like nothing had even happened.

You slumped down in the chair again and panted rapidly while watching them.

“Was that a dream? Or did I just make Hange cum?” You wondered as you watched them.

They spun around the pole then winked at you.

“Call me later,” they called to you over the sound of the music, “let’s talk.”

~ END ~

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