𝐖 𝐈 𝐋 𝐃 - Hanji x Reader (fem)

Wild 7: Punishment

so before y'all think of another thing. no. there'll be no smut (yet).

additional info, for more emotion, i suggest listening to sia's snowman. in no way do i support this movie nor do i support the artist. the song just fits well for this story (especially if it's finished.)

i also want to sincerely give thanks for all the readers, i appreciate you guys so much!

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It was so strange. We were asking each other questions and the next moment we were laying down on the bed, side by side almost awkwardly. I had suggested that, because I was exhausted— but I regret what I said. The tension was back, our breathing and the beating of our hearts were the only thing I could hear. The distressing silence filling the whole room.

In a swift motion, Hanji turned her whole body to the side to look at me, eyes pierced through mines. Gosh, I couldn't remember any time she didn't look this pretty, this perfect, this hot and gorgeous. Hanji seriously, will be the death of me. My stupid heart jumped again.

“(Y/N), did you remember what you told me earlier when you woke up?” She asks, I didn't know if it was for the sake of asking or to break the silence that's been bothering both of us.

The question made me freeze, though.

I clearly remembered what I said. What my stupid, unzipped mouth blurted out. But you can't blame me! I woke up from pure blackness and there she was suddenly on top of me, sweating and heavily breathing; which I found really hot, her brown eyes were fixated on mines.

I wouldn't even deny it, she did look hot as a top. “Forget that, I was just shocked.” I embarrassedly answered, avoiding the grin forming on her face. Gosh, she liked teasing me by the looks of it. “Hanji, I swear if you won't stop teasing me I'll yeet you out of your own bed!” I exclaimed, earning a throaty chuckle from her which I acknowledged. Her laughter was music to my ears.

She muttered an audible, "Alright, alright.” before she positioned herself on her back again, staring at her white ceiling. I, however, could only look at her exquisite side profile. It almost came off as a surprise to me how things changed so quick.

I was just inlove with Mikasa a few days back, then came yesterday. And before I knew it, I found myself falling inlove with no one but Hanji. I mean it. I couldn't see myself with anyone but her, she was so different that I felt so challenged. Hanji Zoë wasn't typical. And I liked her for that.

“Did you mean it, though?” The brunette beside me questioned, not bothering to tear her eyes off the ceiling. When unanswered, she cleared her throat to add, “The 'you look so hot as a top' thingy. Did you mean it?”

I gulped, looking away from her face to the same ceiling her eyes were glued unto. Geez, I couldn't answer to that. That'd be too embarrassing to admit. But her voice, her hopeful voice that I couldn't not feel guilty if I ignore, it was present.

So stuttering, I replied in embarrassment, “Yeah. Like what I said, I was shocked. It isn't everyday that I see someone I admire sweating on top of me.” I reasoned, and I finally felt her head tilt to my direction.

I restrained myself from looking at her, seeing as to how I felt a smile forming on her face— that I very well know if I take a quick glance at how adorable it is, I might not be able to stop myself from taking Hanji here and now.

“I don't know whether I should be happy or turned on. You're confusing me, (Y/N).”

“Be both.”

We laughed at that.

It didn't take long until I drifted off to sleep, I was so tired I couldn't appreciate Hanji's lips tenderly pressed against my forehead as she mumbled a good night. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.